Saturday School

For those of you who don't know, the law requires a certain number of minutes be spent in school each year in the public school system. This most ridiculous silly well-thought out law meant that I got to spend the day with my lovely little ducklings, aka my students.

They were surprisingly good. I'm very proud of them for even coming to school (which a surprising amount of them did) and then when they were in school, not killing anybody (always a plus) and actually accomplishing something! Go kids!

Of course, there had to be some things to make the day interesting. The first was a good one, I took lunch duty. I rather love lunch duty because it allows me to bond with the kids in a different setting than the classroom. Today it allowed me to play a game of "knockout" basketball with them.

Now, I admit, I am terrible at sports. Furthermore, all the kids know it. They rather like to watch my attempts, but they've actually taught me a few things that mean that I can now make a basket much of the time! Anyway, knockout is a game in which two people with two basketballs attempt to make a basket first. We stand in a line awaiting our turn and the person in front of the second person has to make the basket before the person behind them does or they're out. I'm proud to say I made it to the final five or six at least once and was never the first one out. (If anyone knows my sports history, they'll find this miraculous). It was so fun!

Then, we did more class, which I'll admit, was not as rigorous as it might be on other days. In fact, we mostly played games or read books. Still, the other interesting thing happened last hour when I again attempted to play the game Taboo with my class.

This is the game we were playing in this post, where one of my students launched himself at a wall because he'd scored his team a point. I really should stop playing this game because today, he managed to tip his desk over and then, as we were trying to right it, drop it on my foot. PS, I now have a giant, swollen bruise on top of my foot.

I really love that child. I'm not being sarcastic, either. He is the source of my most interesting teaching stories. Still, I wish he'd avoid injuring people--myself included!

Anyway, all in all, Saturday school wasn't so bad. The worst part was being tired. Not so much physically as all around. Being mentally and emotionally tired is so much harder than mere physical fatigue. I feel so much better now that I've been home a few hours and had a chance to relax a bit. (Reading Harry Potter while soaking in a warm bath is rather relaxing...)

On the plus side, the principal brought donuts for the majority of the teachers and because I don't eat things like that, she brought me bacon and eggs. :)

Still, next time we have the option of Saturday school, I shall again vote no.