A is for Apple

It's that time of year again.  "Bestie K" and I sat scarfing down our Subway sandwiches and reflecting on what 'excites' a teacher.  Here's our grand list!

You know you're a teacher when:

You correct children at Wal-Mart.  Stranger's children.  The kid in the card aisle who is screaming, flailing, and running who should know better.  A few dirty glares might also be common...

The smell of a new box of crayons gives you goosebumps.

You leave school for the day, and lock your classroom with your house key.  Every.  Day.

You literally give a ROUND of applause at a sporting event, concert, or dance recital....

You can name 15 uses for corn starch.  Or salt.  Or what stains a Clorox Wipe can remove.  Or hair spray.

You accidentally have 3 Sharpies or Vis A Vis in your purse.

"Teacher Talk" to your significant other.  I cannot tell you how many times I have asked Husby if he has to "go potty one more time" before we leave our house.  I wish I could document the look he gives me.

You horde immense amounts of post its.  Or note pads.  Or Expo markers.

You correct people's grammar.  Always.  Including your Mother.

Coloring books become amazing (and cheap) therapy.  Until you realize said Husby is a better color-er than you.

At a fancy restaurant, much to your dining companion's horror, you give a cheer when you find out they have light ranch.

You line your groceries up in ABC order when you check out at the grocery store.

You re-read Charlotte's Web every year just 'cause.

That's my list!  What makes you a teacher?
XOXO Summer