I semi dread first day back at school. I remember it being more exciting as a kid.
It’s different when you have to face 30 different (some slightly sociopathic) five-year-old versions/adaptations of yourself.
Joy.
this is a triangle!
good!!
this is a circle!
well done :) and...
this is a square
wow! Way to go, man! Hi 5!
his name isn't man. It's Kevin.
Awh man. I put a little kid in time out. And then completely forgot that I had put him there.
So what was just supposed to be 5-10 minutes sit and face the wall and “think about what you have done”.. Became a 30 minute reflection of “why am I still here?! Miss C must be REALLY mad at me.”
Which would explain this at the end of the session:
Kid: can i come out of time out now Miss C? I’m so sorry, I won’t do it again..
Me: *shit I forgot u were still there!!*
Kid: *massive hug around my waist*
Me: *i should put kids in time out for longer*
I wish I could share what I see when students think I am not looking and they do something incredibly funny. Or suspect. It’s not the same when I try to put it into words because I can’t describe everything else about the context of the situation and the student and everything else. Ah. The never ending joys of teaching.
so what do you think courage is?
I like porridge!
good for you hun... But I meant courage.
I like courage!
do you know what it is?
is it like porridge?
@_@ ok.. Enough of this porridge business.
hi mrs c! :)
it's miss, not mrs, I'm not married yet! :)
you're STILL not married?
MIss C, did you get punched in the face?!
What??
I think it's supposed to be make up....
But I didn't wear make up today??
.... awkward.
Marking Grade 3/4 narratives & came across this lovely start to one story
hee. :]