I'm at the Elementary School today. I'd four classes in a row, which is one more than usual. Kinderdarten, Grade 2, Special Needs and Grade 1. Plus lunchtime was spent in the grade 1 classroom. So as you can imagine I'm absolutely knackered. These kids never cease to exhaust me. The highlight of the day is usually when a handful of first-graders decide what a great idea it would be two dive at me and then hook there arms around my ankles, thus forcing me to drag a chain of them as I walk back to the staffroom. This is always hilarious for the first minute or two, even for me. But as the energy is sapped out of me, and a couple of the more extreme six-year-olds actually try to climb up me, it gets exhausting.I've seen it done to other teachers, but only once or twice, and they seem to be able to get the kids off somehow. I guess this is an advantange of being a native speaker. The kids know when your being serious and when you're joking. But with me, I'm like 'Alright little monkeys, get off!', and they all think it's a big joke and an even longer human chain forms. But if I'm honest I probably bring most of the exhaustion on myself. I always insist on starting these younger classes with 'Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes', and I always make sure that I'm the fastest in class. Plus playing Duck, Duck, Goose always kills me because the kids pick me over and over again becuase I run like a girl and it's funny to them (kids can be so cruel).
I ain't complaining though, I could be back in Belfast working for the binmen again and that's not a lot of fun.
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