my masters of "quiet kids. your teacher is talking..."

3 years ago, i went back to school

because i wanted to become a teacher.

well, now that i am finally that teacher i set out to be

and i've learned my daily obligations,

i've come to realize what the true title of my degree is

(the one you don't see in the fine print):

Masters of Midget Wrangling

with an emphasis in:

nose-wiping

peace-making

hug-giving

parent-pleasing

sleep-losing

and

life-changing

(mine. not there's)

and i couldn't have been more proud

to officially receive that title.

no diploma?

oh, there it is...

(this one's to ensure you laughed today)

here's to 16 more days with my midgets!