I'm exhausted. I taught four classes today of 4th graders. The first class was a DREAM! They were great.
But then came the three classes after lunch. Good. Heavens.
If you enjoy 4th grade boys wrestling with each other, hitting girls, and bouncing off the walls as they yell at the top of their lungs, be my guest: teach elementary kids after lunch.
Two of the classes were so rowdy today that the thought of quitting this job sounded like a great idea. Loudly hitting the white board six times, in one class, didn't get them to quiet down. Glaring at the 9 year olds did nothing but yield giggles. Putting naughty boys in the corner only provided entertainment for the class because they started dancing in their respective spaces. Boy, do I have a new found respect for teachers.
But nay; I will prevail. Though I'm treated how a substitute teacher is treated back in the USA (for now), I am assured that it will get better as time goes on. Either they will get used to me or I will start being meaner, which I never thought I'd have to do. I guess acting like you love your students doesn't always mean they'll love you back...
Although I still did receive many "I love teacher" notes today. =)
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