playing the blame game

It was Sports day for the year 1's and 2's this morning. I was in charge of the rugby team, with my teacher, who is in charge of our class overall. I gotta say, at first our team was bad. Towards the second half though, they did very well.

I was like a proud mother.

Then the kids had break and I received a most beautiful text from a certain sexy swede. It really made my day. I like to know her thoughts, what she's doing, how she feels. (11 days)

Not long after it was dinner, and mine was expensive and disgusting. Not impressed.

So I read to the children, and we did the date and stuff.

Josh, the boy with the problems, hugged me and told me he loved me and asked specifically to work with me when given the choice between me and his average teacher. I like that they've all become so attached already, but I'm only there until Friday... I'm worried it might affect Josh badly. Maybe I'm just thinking too strongly of myself.

I was assigned to a table and had to help them and its such a lovely feeling having all these kids come to you for help. I truly feel like a teacher and could easily do this for the rest of my life. I think.

Anyway, someone was sick all over the boy's toilets and so my teacher had to go help the class next door and deal with the vomit, leaving me entirely in charge of the class. Alone.

Obviously, it was only for ten minutes or so, but wow. Such responsibility.

This kind of responsibility is fucking with my head.

Do I honestly want to teach 5 year olds?

Maybe.

Do I want to help 'badly behaved problem' children?

Most definitely.