well folks…
Tomorrow is my last day at school. I would love to say that I’m wallowing in the depths of despair because I have become so attached to them that I can’t bear to leave…but that would be a lie. Sure, I love them. Yes, I’ve had a great time. I’ve definitely learned a lot. And of course I will miss them. But I’m ready to be home and it’s pretty tiring dealing with their behavior every day. Today, that trouble little boy I’ve written about before started hard core beating this little boy- attacking him with his fists…just pounding on him. It was realllllly really really scary- the teacher pulled him off and carried him out (I’ve never been more thankful that Mr. Marshall is a tall black man who just so happened to have recently hired a personal trainer…). It was so sad :( I was trying to help the kids with an art project (we’re making habitat diorama thingies…ocean, desert, forest, etc) and my hands were shaking so badly. But I tried to act like everything was fine and I stopped the inappropriate and unnecessary recap of events from the other boys after it happened. Speaking of boys. They are all OBSESSED with wrestling. Like they watch it on TV and know all the wrestler’s names and moves and stuff. I think it’s scary- no wonder there are spontaneous fits of rage in school. This one kids has tons of “wrestlers,” which are essentially action figures of the fighters, and they play with them while waiting for the bus. It’s very primal. And disturbing- these 7 year olds love these scary fighters. They ask me if I watch it and I’m always like “NO WAY I think it’s terrifying.” Because it is. Anyways….we’re at starbucks right now…only 1 more paper to go. 2 weeks have gone by quite quickly, but I’m ready to be back wrapping presents at Mr. Twitters :)
