Yesterday, after almost a week of being behaved, somewhat quiet, and actually paying attention, I thought my preschool kids had turned a corner. Was this my new, improved preschool class?
Appartently not.
Today was one of those day where I had to take an aspirin and have a class of wine almost immediately after entering my apartment. It began with Damien crying because Stella wouldn't give him back his pencil, followed by Sally having the temper tantrum of all time. There was crying, kicking, screaming, and what I can only assume are bad words in Korean. I wanted to have a temper tantrum too but, oh right, I'm the teacher. Damn. I had to settle with having her sit in the corner for the rest of class and no playtime. Not that she cared - I swear that girl has no soul.
I thought things couldn't get much worse, but then Eric said "Allison teacher, bathroom". Since I've been trying to teach manners, I said "Eric, what do we say? Teacher may I please go . . . " That's about as far as I got before purple vomit landed only inches from my shoes. Needless to say, tomorrow I'm teaching them the word "sick".
Oh, but that's not all the vomit. At the end of the preschool day, as I was helping Susie on with her coat, she begins to have a coughing fit. As I took her to get some water, what do you know? More vomit. I'm just thankful that none of it landed on my new shoes.
Just as I thought that no more bodily fluids could be emitted, I mean, preschool was over, one of my 10 year-old students decides to have a nose bleed. But none on my shoes - yes!
Thankfully, my middle school class of three boys gave me an easy time today. I was so tired and worn out, I let them play games the last 10 minutes. I'm such a cool teacher.
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