OK-now I know why I am not a teacher. I volunteer at the local elementary school on Mondays to do some tutoring and help out in the Kindergarten. I have been with the same K teacher and she is a doll having been teaching K for 18 years. In the 1 hour I was in the K class, the kids had a snack, and immediately following, 4 boys managed to bonk into each other and all started crying with red eggs on their foreheads. At the same time another little guy lost his first tooth and became hysterical at the sight of his own blood. I took the 4 and the toothless one to the nurses office. She has ice packs and a tooth pillow/necklace for these occasions. On the way the toothless one looses the tooth and again begins crying. We scour the hall and finally find the tooth. Upon getting back to the class, another mother had brought cupcakes in celebration of the K teachers bday. Good-sugar. After eating the cupcakes, the kids were given their folders to take home. One little boy began to call me, Miss Pat--look. Here he had Gatorade that had spilled out of his water bottle onto to the floor through his back pack and saturated everything in his back pack. His papers, shirt, gym socks and jacket that were in the bag were bright blue with Gatorade. It was all over the floor. After we cleaned up I told the teacher that I was glad it was here and not me. I was going home. Of course, I will be back next Monday. Why miss all the fun! God Bless the teachers!!
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 23:02:00 +0000