For the holidays I had a delightful twelve days off. It was unbelievably relaxing. I almost forgot what my kids looked like. I was able to sleep late and relax. As the days begin to dwindle, I couldn't even imagine how I was going to get up at 6 on Monday morning and go to work. Even worst, the kids have been on vacation too. During their vacation, they get to play and run a muck, basically do whatever they please. Once the students are dragged to school, I force them to do work, sit in the chair and refrain from attacking their classmates and myself. Obviously, less fun.
When I got to work I was exhausted but it was not as bad as I had imagined. Most of the kids were actually delighted to be back and seemed to miss me. I was thrown off by this strange behavior. There was one student, I'll call him Trevor, was in hysterics all day. I had to tell him to be quiet because he was doubled over in laughter. However I tried, I would just get caught by his contagious laugh and found myself just as loud. This was the fun part, here comes the less fun part:
Anther student, I'd call him Eric. Eric is really smart and sweet however he is very stubborn and his behavior can be out of control and aggressive. He'll hit and kick me, so one and so forth. In one super fun outburst, he stood in the corner near my desk with these blue baby scissors, literally they didn't measure more than two inches. He stood there cutting in the air, shouting "I'll cut you, I'll cut you" with his menacing smile. I was boggled by this, I stood there for a moment holding back the laughter and wondering if those scissors could even cut paper beside myself... but I figured it wasn't the best idea to take a chance. So I got my scissors back, immediately.
Eric was happy to be back because he liked school. However, he still wants to just do whatever he wants. It is true, no one wants to do what someone else says. I told Eric to sit down and then he was off on tangent. Next thing I know he was kicking and punching me. It was awesome. I have tried everything I can think of yelling, not yelling, taking everything he wants, giving him everything he wants, rewarding him and so on.
I deiced today would be the day I'd bring my last threat into play. I was sending him to the "baby" class. He disliked his class from last year, because he wanted to be a big boy and he considered this class the baby class. So I took him our and started walking there. Apparently, he didn't realize where we were going until we reached the door. At that point he took off running. As a general life rule: I do not run, especially in public places. Running is just asking to fall, in no way will it get me there faster, just embarrass me more. In this case, I walked behind him as kept stealing glanced back, and ran back into the room. I watched him, and I had to choke back the laughter because it was seriously ridiculous. I held tight to the mad teacher face.
and these are the moments that make me feel like I am slowly losing grip on my mind.
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