To accompany my Monday “When Plans Go Awry” post and based off the popularity of my “Parents’ Visit, In Numbers” post I decided to continue the theme, this time based off of my time working with small children, predominately from the ages of 6-9, with 5 and 10 year olds thrown in at times as well.
17: average times a day I’m sneezed on
1: time a sneeze was a legit snot rocket in the kids hand. I think it was alive.
8: presents (usually in the form of a drawing) I’ve received from my kids since I started in September
3: average numbers of games we play during one 45-minute gym class. Attention span, what attention span? Oh look – something glittery!
3: deep breathes I make my kids do before our afternoon lessons
10: deep breathes I need to do personally
5: hugs I get per grade
8: times a lesson I hear, “(somebody) did (something) to meeee.”
4: times a day I ignore above statement
1785: times per lesson I say “Sit DOWN!”
198735135: times per lesson I say “STOP TALKING!”
12: times a day, minimum, I mentally apologize to my old teachers
25: times I’ve sung, “Head Shoulders Knees and Toes” since becoming an English teacher
16: average number of hours per week I work at home. … ……. ……
7: average times I explain the same thing in a row.
3: average children who ask me what to do afterward^
5: average times someone cries per week
3: days it took me to realize that the other teachers are sometimes more difficult than the kids
250: times I smile per day (you try to get kids to like learning if you’re all frown-y!)
Though they are common subjects discussed, working with children isn’t all sunshine, lollipops and rainbows. I try to be honest because I firmly believe that one of the largest disservices we can do to mothers and teachers alike is to act like it’s always peachy (I blame the suburbs for that mindset!). These petri-dishes of diseases are a handful and 26 of them in one room requires more than two hands!
That being said, being able to sing, dance, laugh and yell all in one day; being able to make a connection with the kids and being able to see them begin to understand, learn and grow makes all the stress, sneezes and snot rockets almost worthwhile.