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.
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.
Marking Grade 3/4 narratives & came across this lovely start to one story