My big comeback at April this past week was nothing short of glorious. And with glory comes exhaustion. The week started off like any other first week… extremely new children, lost children, explaining the same rules over and over, “NO KOREAN!”, over-concerned parents, etc… I was kind of oblivious to everything, just taking each day in as it came. Then came Friday… creative thinking project day. Let me tell you, leading a 13-student Seedbed 2 class in a chant about a dirty pig going to a party complete with synchronized actions is harder than it sounds. That wasn’t even the class that got to me. It required a lot of energy, but for the most part, the kids cooperated. And I rewarded them for their outstanding efforts.
The class that really got to me was my very first one of the day, Seed 1. Although supposedly more “higher level” than my Seedbed 2 class, I think most of them are younger and therefore, more lost. It feels like a pre-school class… complete with crying and blank stares. I have a little girl (Irin) who straight up cried for a good 12 minutes because she wanted her mom to sit with her in class. It also didn’t help that her mother was hovering about the hallway (which caused her voice to echo into my classroom). As I was calming her down, I also had to proctor a 5-minute chunk book quiz in which children were not supposed to talk or peek at each other’s papers. Oh and I was also supposed to check all 13 of their chunk books. BUT! Not everyone turned in their chunk books so it was also up to me to figure out who didn’t give me their chunk books. Oh, and Irin is still crying. Then there’s this strange little boy with extremely big ears in the back of the class who is incapable of understanding directions who started to tear up with a constipated look during the test because he didn’t get any of the answers. So I collect the tests, wipe Irin’s eyes again, and proceed to check the chunk books not submitted. Turns out Daniel M didn’t even touch Lesson 2 because being the blank child that he is, did not bother to touch his April backpack at home. The other offender, Daniel T, supposedly completed his work, but failed to bring any of his books to school that day. Whatever, it’s Week 1. Let’s move on to thinking project practice. The entire class (with the exception of Irin still sniffling in the corner) mistook my enthusiastic actions for “Let’s go apeshit and just yell instead of repeat the lines.” This turned into shushing children every 2 seconds during recording and unfortunately, yelling. No matter how many times I said “NO TALKING”, it did not register. The phrase that finally did the trick was “똑바로 않아!” That worked for awhile… until the new jailbait intern (Daniel/Danny) came in to take profile pictures for the new students. My classroom resumed to its clusterfuck state and I gave. *WHITE FLAG*
What the fuck.
I’d like to think that this feeling of being overwhelmed is also due to my not having been at work for the past 2 months. Yes, let’s blame recent inactivity for my inability to handle a class of 13 Seeds. Not complete inability, but below my standards. Week 2 is about to start. Time to toughen up and grow a pair. And I will do so all while being sensitive and caring to the children. Take that mothers waiting in the hallway.