Trouble Times Twenty

SO!  I thought I was done for the day, but I guess not.

Let me preface this by saying that I really like all the kids here.  They are all little angels (devils might be a better word, according to one teacher) and they are all certainly very curious about me (but whether their class merits an audience with me is another matter).

So, apparently, the teachers at the school devised a plan to stick me with the better behaved kids, perhaps hoping that I wouldn't just up and quit.  As tempting as that may be, my eyes were certainly opened this afternoon, when one of the teachers, Mr. A, let me sit in on his cinquième class.  Somehow I missed the fact that classes are slightly different on Fridays and showed up a half an hour late to one of my observations with Mr. A.  That's when I volunteered to sit in with the "bad" class to make up for it.

I don't regret my decision at all.  After all the angels I had been witnessing throughout the week, it was a nice change to see some devils. Mr. A was very frustrated with the kids.  They all seemed to prefer each others company to that of the teacher. 


I know that these kids don't deserve to have me in their class because of their bad behavior, but I (dare I say it?) almost WANT to be in their class.  They are all very smart and energetic.  Mr. A told me he thinks they eat too much sugar.  They can easily repeat the lesson if they want to. The funny thing is, they don't exactly realize that they being bad.  They were terrified that their teacher was going to call their parents this evening. 

Perhaps the reason I enjoyed them was because every time the teacher's back was turned, they tried to ask me a question.  They even accused me of being Mr. A's wife (I tried so hard not to laugh out loud).  I still haven't told them my name (save to one class--they are the privileged few, I'm afraid).  Every time they pass me in the halls, they ask me.

Still waiting for my schedule...perhaps I shall get some devils after all.

Bon week-end!
--Mary