When I get up to my floor which is full of my third grade students, they always yell out my name, bust out a "nice to meet you!", either give me a high 5 or run across the hallway to fling themselves in my arms.
Monday's are always the worst day of the week and I hate the thought of teaching and being at school but my saving grace is that I only have third grade classes and they are the cutest things ever. They always have something to say. Surprisingly, they can talk a little bit in English so its not too difficult. And they are just too adorable.
The only problem is, I miss my little cousins at home. One is turning three tomorrow. He is the joy of my life and sadly I can't be there to run around and play with him. Either way, I hope he plays with Thomas the Tank Engine's for a few more years before he moves into being a suave Ladies' man, which I know he will become.