My third hour is by far one of my biggest struggles in my 9 years of teaching. If I have a sub, I can count on having a letter devoted entirely to my third hour class. Last week they made my student observer cry (thankfully, it wasn't until after school), and they thrive off of pissing each other off.
The first 20 minutes before lunch was a disaster. A few kids came back after being suspended and they instantly reverted back to the same behavior that got them suspended in the first place. I was none too thrilled given that I had a tension headache that had been building since Sunday and had already turned off all the lights because of the pain. When the bell rang for lunch I curled up in my teacher chair and contemplated how I would make it through the rest of the day.
The bell rang and the kids returned and literally in that moment my tension headache turned into a migraine. My vision was spotty, my stomach was lurching, and tears poured from my eyes from the pain. My kids took one look at me, looked at each other and said "sit down and shut up (OK, we're working on that), something is wrong with Miss G".
They read the pages they were supposed to read in Sold, asked me if I needed anything, and said not to worry because they would be good. And they were. They were kind and compassionate and did the right thing, even if it would have been easier for them to take advantage of the situation.
They were saints today, and for that, I am extremely thankful.
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