The first week of running my own classroom is now officially over, and I am exhausted. The kids are so out of control that I have left every night with a sore throat and one of the other 6-8 grade teachers has completely lost her voice as of Tuesday. I feel terrible. I never yell at kids, but I have yet to find a way to get them to stop talking so I can actually teach them.
Don’t get me wrong, I have many kids that I already absolutely love. In my homeroom there is this adorable 7th grade boy with hair longer than mine who has a great sense of humor, can draw amazingly well, and knows when to joke around and when to be serious. One of my 8th graders is the most mature young woman I have met and doesn’t get off-task, even when her classmates are covering their hands in ink and running around. There is a 6th grade boy who is a total pudge-pants with adorably chubby cheeks, a group of 7th grade boys who saw me washing the floor and stopped talking to their friends to help me clean, and a tiny little 6th grade girl who self-motivates and writes her own stories whenever she has free time.
So even with these amazing bright spots, I still left school today feeling like a pile of mush.