I tend to be very tired every morning by about half ten. This is probably because I haven't had a routine for over 3 years and my sleeping patterns have become so nocturnal that at no point in the day will both a milkman and myself be awake. Anyway, for some reason today I was in a real stinker of a mood which meant that reading with 2nd Standard (Year 2 plus some older kids of lesser ability) wasn't high on my to-do list. In charge of a group of 6 boys and 1 girl, it almost definitely wasn't the best option to sit them next to a drum kit but there was a chair next to it and my seating options were limited. The girl was good as gold, but the majority of the other 6 had clearly decided amongst them to 'fuck things up' for good old AndrewUncle. I gave them some loud verbal warnings to button it but to no avail, so when John Rai decided to keep having his mother's meeting with Rahul it pushed me over the edge and I snapped.
In one pretty aggressive 'shut up' to a couple of little children, I think I may have seen inside the mind of a teacher. I now understand why Mr Johnson, our old music teacher at school, was a borderline psychopath. I understand why Ken Barlow punched that naughty lad in his English class in the face. More worryingly, I think I may be starting to understand that parental classic of, 'you'll thank me in years to come'.
Bollocks
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