Friday, September 3, 2010

A close shave

As a primary school teacher you spend all day, every school day, with your pupils for a full year. You share in all their experiences, be they birthdays, football finals, death of a pet/grandparent. By the end of the year you know your pupils inside and out and visa-versa. In fact they can tell your mood the minute you walk in the door by the type of handbag you are carrying....and adjust their behavior accordingly!
Its amazing how astute children can be.
Then come the end of June they leave Primary school, many of them never to be seen again. And you suffer a sense of loss.

And so the cycle continues. September arrives with its classroom of new eager faces. As I stand in front of them they are saying
"Oh I wonder what she is like. Will I get on with her?"
I look at them and say
"Oh I wonder what they are like. Will I get on with them?"
I have just survived my first week of a new school year with my group of 10-12year olds. The first few days were spent being on our best behaviour. When they didn't do things the way I like them done, the voice in my head felt like shouting
That's not the way I taught you how to do it......oops, I haven't taught you how to do it yet!

We were studying the possessive adjectives in Irish.
For those of you who don't speak Irish, bear with me. Its a good story.....honest!

I was explaining
Mine = Mo + h in the following noun
Your = Do + h
His = a + h
Hers = a + nothing

To help the remember the difference between "his" and "hers" I said
"The old Irish word for "h" is séimhiú ( pronounced shave-eu)
So he gets a shave and she..........pause for the collective response "doesn't"

"Miss, my mam waxes."

Whan I managed to stop laughing, I thought
"Bless. A class with my sense of humour. I know we are going to get on!"
Bring on the new school year.