A glimpse of my everyday
I came across the following entry in a forgotten Word document today. It seems that, during one particularly eventful--yet typical--day of teaching, I felt the urge to record the experience so as not to forget. Enjoy a glimpse into the occasional craziness of being a second grade teacher.
A glimpse of teaching at Saint George:
9:40AM: I arrive at 2A just as the bell rang. The students are outside in a make-shift line; a few are sprawled on the ground drawing circles in the gravel while others peer through open windows of nearby classrooms. The door is locked.
9:42AM: The door is still locked. Students have become more restless. Ignacio is spinning himself into a frenzy. Three girls have begun planning some sort of clapping game and two boys are wrestling on the ground.
9:43AM: Antonia S. tugs on my dress and said, "It is beautiful." "Thank you, Antonia." She tugs again. "It is beeeeeeautiful." "Thanks, Antonia, now get back in line."
9:44AM: The teacher's aide is sprinting across the playground with the key. She hands it off to Margarita who darts around the building to unlock the main door.
9:45AM: Margarita opens the side door and the entire class pushes into the room like newly-sheared sheep entering a narrow gate. I manage to drag my flight-attendant cart of teaching materials though the door without tripping any students--a true accomplishment.
9:47AM: The students are beginning to sit in their "puestos" in the circle. Two girls are exchanging notes and Pedro is walking around aimlessly. I finish writing the "Menu" on the board and begin the count-up. "1...2...3..."
9:48AM: "29...30!" We finish counting and most of my students are seated. I greet them with "Good morning, second grade!" "Good morning, Miss Laura," they boisterously reply. "How are you today?" "Fine, thank you, and youuuu?" they echo, dragging out the "you" for extra flair. Antonia O. passes through the middle of the circle with six trays of math manipulatives precariously balanced in her shaky arms. She pauses, wavers, and...CRASH!...they tumble to the ground--trays, blocks, rods, and all.
9:52AM: The class has finished helping Antonia O. pick up the fallen manipulatives. I send six students carrying one tray each to the second grade teacher next-door. They really ought to invest in a set per class.
9:54AM: I finally "begin" my class.
Let it suffice to say, teaching at Saint George is never dull.