Monday, November 4, 2019
Don't speak too soon.
I have been teaching for 35 years and I still can't sleep the night before school starts again.
Today, however was a particularly good "first day back to school" day. We got stuck into our work, while having a fair bit of fun. The highlight was when several groups of kids came up to me with pictures they had drawn with lovely little messages written on them for me.
So it was, that at home time when everyone was lined up at the end of my classroom ready to leave, that I was feeling particularly happy with myself and thinking
"You know, I think that after all this time, I have things under control"
MISTAKE? BIG MISTAKE!
It must have been the universe warning me not to get so sure of myself, because one little lad came up to me and said
"Miss, I don't feel very well".
And before I could do anything, the poor little mite proceeded to projectile vomit over the floor, himself and me!
I managed to send the rest off to the school gate before they too heaved in sympathy.
I got him sorted out, cleaned myself off, got him to the school gate and then back to clear up the trail.
Ah yes, I figure it was karma coming back to bite me in the a*** and to let me know that as a teacher you can never get too comfortable in your ability. There is always something unexpected just around the corner.
Bring on tomorrow!