Oh man. Crazy few days. I wonder if things will eventually calm down. I go to bed absolutely exhausted every night.
The devil children were at it again. They seem to be getting worse before they get better. No one at the school knows what to do with them, since they're simply too young to be in school right now. Yesterday was quite an experience with them. The one who had been crying inconsolably for the last few days calmed down enough to stay in class. I thought this was a good sign but oh how wrong I was...
It started with him throwing the game we were playing on the floor and then giggling when I told him no. This then escalated into the standard drill of me chasing him and the other two up and down the hallway, with them going three different directions. Cornered them all in the gym for a little while, but that didn't last long. When I eventually herded them all back into the classroom, we started coloring. This worked out fine for about a minute before the same child jumped up and found himself a pair of scissors. The other two thought this was an excellent idea, so all three went running around with scissors, laughing and screeching and cutting anything they could find. Let me tell you, it is very difficult to barricade a door and wrestle scissors out of the hands of three 4 year olds, but there was no way those buggers were running up and down the hallway carrying pointed objects. They nearly gave me a heart attack as it was.
Once I got the scissors away, they went for the crayons, and then knocked over all the chairs, and then found the glue sticks and started gluing the floor and the board and themselves. This was all interspersed with various attempts to calm them down and various escapes up and down the hallway. By the time the bell rang for snack time (40 minutes had gone by), my classroom looked like a tornado had hit it. The snack- cherry tomatoes- also got added to the chaos, they started throwing the tomatoes as soon as I put them down. The only saving grace was that there was a shelf in the room high enough to confiscate everything, since four year olds aren't very tall.
I believe I will simply have to kill these children. Especially Mr. Crybaby/Troublemaker. Once they are all corpsified, I can teach them English. At least then they'll stay in the classroom. And their mothers will thank me.
In other entertaining news, yesterday my coworker and I went looking for gyms (not for me obviously- I am allergic to them, but I was bored and down for wandering). We ended up at this one gym that he wanted to tour and so we managed to communicate our wishes to the staff through broken English, Korean and sign language. All seemed to be going well until we got to the showers. Then the guide pointed at the men's showers and said "Boys", and then at the women's showers and said "Girls". This made sense, and I said so, but then the guide pointed me to the women's showers and directed my coworker to follow him.
I figured we had to go through to get into the gym, so I started wandering through. Suddenly there were naked Korean women. Everywhere! And so here I am, this random clothed American chick, wandering through a sea of naked Asian women. And I kept making wrong turns that dead ended in lockers and naked women staring at me. Finally, I get to what looks like the way through, but I go in and suddenly find myself in a huge sauna. This was also a dead end. With more naked women.
By this time, it occurred to me that maybe I was just supposed to be looking at the place, seeing as this was a tour and all. So I sloshed back out, socks in hand, through the maze of lockers, showers and naked women. My coworker and our tour guide were extremely confused and entertained by my rather damp and late reappearance.
So, my first week of being a teacher is over! Crazy. You know, I still feel guilty assigning homework... though I get a gleeful evil pleasure out of it too. Onto the weekend and recuperation!
The devil children were at it again. They seem to be getting worse before they get better. No one at the school knows what to do with them, since they're simply too young to be in school right now. Yesterday was quite an experience with them. The one who had been crying inconsolably for the last few days calmed down enough to stay in class. I thought this was a good sign but oh how wrong I was...
It started with him throwing the game we were playing on the floor and then giggling when I told him no. This then escalated into the standard drill of me chasing him and the other two up and down the hallway, with them going three different directions. Cornered them all in the gym for a little while, but that didn't last long. When I eventually herded them all back into the classroom, we started coloring. This worked out fine for about a minute before the same child jumped up and found himself a pair of scissors. The other two thought this was an excellent idea, so all three went running around with scissors, laughing and screeching and cutting anything they could find. Let me tell you, it is very difficult to barricade a door and wrestle scissors out of the hands of three 4 year olds, but there was no way those buggers were running up and down the hallway carrying pointed objects. They nearly gave me a heart attack as it was.
Once I got the scissors away, they went for the crayons, and then knocked over all the chairs, and then found the glue sticks and started gluing the floor and the board and themselves. This was all interspersed with various attempts to calm them down and various escapes up and down the hallway. By the time the bell rang for snack time (40 minutes had gone by), my classroom looked like a tornado had hit it. The snack- cherry tomatoes- also got added to the chaos, they started throwing the tomatoes as soon as I put them down. The only saving grace was that there was a shelf in the room high enough to confiscate everything, since four year olds aren't very tall.
I believe I will simply have to kill these children. Especially Mr. Crybaby/Troublemaker. Once they are all corpsified, I can teach them English. At least then they'll stay in the classroom. And their mothers will thank me.
In other entertaining news, yesterday my coworker and I went looking for gyms (not for me obviously- I am allergic to them, but I was bored and down for wandering). We ended up at this one gym that he wanted to tour and so we managed to communicate our wishes to the staff through broken English, Korean and sign language. All seemed to be going well until we got to the showers. Then the guide pointed at the men's showers and said "Boys", and then at the women's showers and said "Girls". This made sense, and I said so, but then the guide pointed me to the women's showers and directed my coworker to follow him.
I figured we had to go through to get into the gym, so I started wandering through. Suddenly there were naked Korean women. Everywhere! And so here I am, this random clothed American chick, wandering through a sea of naked Asian women. And I kept making wrong turns that dead ended in lockers and naked women staring at me. Finally, I get to what looks like the way through, but I go in and suddenly find myself in a huge sauna. This was also a dead end. With more naked women.
By this time, it occurred to me that maybe I was just supposed to be looking at the place, seeing as this was a tour and all. So I sloshed back out, socks in hand, through the maze of lockers, showers and naked women. My coworker and our tour guide were extremely confused and entertained by my rather damp and late reappearance.
So, my first week of being a teacher is over! Crazy. You know, I still feel guilty assigning homework... though I get a gleeful evil pleasure out of it too. Onto the weekend and recuperation!
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