Today was my first "official" school day. I had different plans for that day, but apparently, with these things, you can never be sure. My day started out bad when the bus driver forgot to pick me up and I had to show up forty-five minutes late for class. I texted my supervisor to find me a substitute because I couldn't make it.
My problem did not end here, in fact, this was the beginning of a very eventful day. I tried to brush the bus incident off and forced my face to smile. Eventually, I got sucked into work and forgot about it all.
Break duty was assigned to me on Sundays. "Beside the Glass Door" was the location. I asked my teacher friends what I was supposed to do, and they told me not to let anyone come back in, once they go out, until the bell rings. So, thinking that this would be easy. I headed for the glass door.
Standing guard, no one was allowed to pass by me. I kept a straight face. Tried to look scary.
Random children started running up to me.
"Miss, I forgot my sandwich, can I go get it?"
"Nope, Sorry"
"Please, miss" (Puppy eyes)
"No."
That was the most heartbreaking thing I had to do today, imagine a cute six year old girl in pigtails and huge brown eyes. Yes, torture.
Other kids came over:
"Miss, can I go put this in my bag?"
"Miss, I forgot my money, can I go get it?"
"Miss, can I go to the nurse, my tummy hurts"
It was becoming more and more difficult not letting the kids through, I looked at the watch, ten more minutes of torture to go.
"Miss, can you please open this for me" (Fruit juice can)
"Yes"
(Thank god, something I actually was allowed to do).
Once tiny girl actually managed to quickly maneuver her way back inside. I ran after her, grabbed her by the arm and got her back outside. As much as I feel sorry for them, I hate it when they think they can make a fool out of me.
I was beginning to consider letting some of the younger kids through. They looked like they desperately needed to use the rest room. I questioned the school rules. What's the point of break time if you can't use the rest room? One girl came to me with her legs tightly squeezed together and asked to go to the restroom. The bell that announces the end of break time rang, and I was spared the answer.
A few minutes later I had a class to go to, I grabbed my things and entered the class. It was right after the German class.
"The German Teacher"
(I'll blog about her someday, when I gather more information).
The German teacher yells, keeps a stern look on her face, is always prepared, but her class is still never in order. The last time the kids had German, there were tissues all over the floor, the trays were knocked over, and the colors were scattered everywhere.
So this was the condition my class was in. I decided to go back to the "Classroom Rules Chart" and explained it again. This time, however, I didn't do it in a fun, sweet, manner. No. I did metamorphosis, and changed into a troll. The children stared back at me in horror. But my point was through. I gave them sixty seconds to clean up the mess. The class was clean in forty. They were back at their desks, and I changed back into me again.
I began Math class, and I wanted to make learning fun for them. I explained the lesson, split them into teams, and then introduced a game. I spent so much time focused with them on playing the game, I forgot to give out classwork. There lies my first mistake.
When I left the class, I remembered I forgot to assign the homework. There lies my second mistake.
A couple hours later, I managed to mess up several other things. The bus incident started to look amusing. I started to panic. School was out and I forgot to do a lot of stuff. Sheets were missing, Copybooks, Parents started sending notes before the kids even got home. I stopped counting the mistakes.
Conclusion is this: I had a crappy day at work. But I had a fun time with the kids.
