Children need routine if you expect them to behave. While the government was inspecting the kindergarten, we had to have class at another branch. We were in a new place, it took so long to get there (especially when your legs are so short) that exercise time was nixed, our air conditioner was too loud to hear ourselves, and the bathroom was around a corner that had the children getting lost on the way back without their lovely teacher playing traffic cop around on measly corner on a 20 foot trek to the bathroom and back. On the way to school, Erwin bonked his head pretty badly and had a big bump. He was out of commision with his head on an ice pack all morning. We didn't have any pre-boiled water available for the kids to put in thier tiny cups so they had water bottles and guzzled down so much water that during one of the hectic-everyone-gets-lost bathroom breaks, Elaine had puked up all of the water she had just drank too much of. As the children are getting on their outside shoes (because the school was not a kindergarten-it was a higher level school adn that meant that the whole place wasn't an indoor-shoes-only place so we had to put on shoes and take off shoes every damn time we had a bathroom break from classroom to hallway to bathroom) the puke starts to creep its way across the entire hallway. Half of my kids are on the way tot the bathroom, but for the other half, the lane for getting past puke is quickly getting smaller and smaller so I say "quickly! quickly! quickly!" before the gap closes...but puke is so interesting...why can't we stand on the other side and stare at it as it takes up the entire hallway teacher? Go go go go go go go get your shoes on and you there! give me yours to wash off in the sink because there is puke all over them. Puke all over my shoes too...how nice...haven't worn them since. Okay. Phew. everybody is in the bathroom, the puke is being cleaned up and Elaine is getting her clothes changed and getting her face wiped up. From the bathroom I hear, "TEACHER!!! I am PooPoo!!" aaaahhhhh i respond, "Not now you're not" ... "sit tight." Can't they wipe their own butts? Well im not dealing with it so I get yet another teacher (three are already being utilized in the catastrophe) to wipe up poopoo. When is nap time?!?!?!
That was with five year olds. My eight year olds had a similar occurence. One boy told a girl that she was bad at throwing a ball. Mind you, this is the same boy who i accidentaly hit in the face with a ball becuase he didn't catch it as it was comeing at his face. Yeah okay Yo-Yo tall Winnie she is bad at throwing but you can't catch for shit. Winnie is crying and her feelings are hurt. "Yo-yo tell Winnie you are so-....." BAM! WTF?!?! My student Vincent has fallen flat on his back by leaning his chair back too far. Vincent also has scoleosis (spelling?-never dealt with it before). He's not getting up. f*&k f^&k f*&k. Luckily Winnie stopped crying and Vincent got up and some kids rubbed his butt (???). Deep breath hhhhhhhhhaaaaaaa. Okay..