Staff meetings and burgers

Another trying day of school. Today it was the fourth graders that were killing me. They had already covered all of the health material I was teaching them last year, so it wasn’t much fun. I was tired, and was not happy about having to deal with whining attitude. I’m not going to lie I was pretty grumpy. After the class I decided that I was going to have to fight my chronic tiredness and enjoy the rest of the classes. It helped. I read Robin Hood to the grade two’s and then had them draw pictures to go with the story. After lunch I had Health with grade two and they went crazy when Mr. Galen left and Mr. Ted E. Bear came to teach the lesson. Mr. Ted E. Bear is a much better teacher than I am; I think I might just let him take over all my classes. After Ted’s lesson about germs he went back to the forest to sleep and eat little children while Mr. Galen came back to give them crayons to colour their very on virus’s and bacteria. They were pretty ecstatic about putting their germs up on the wall for display. Grade 3 was pretty much the same; I did the same lesson for the fifth time. Again they were in love with Ted, they even tried to steal him a few times, I wasn’t impressed.
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After classes were over and most of the kids were gone we had a staff meeting in the library. The meeting lasted from 3:30 to 6:15. It is interesting to finally be the teacher, after all those years of Dad telling me to imagine what it was like to be the teacher when I was bad. It’s also interesting to remember that I was one of the more disturbing kids in my class. I don’t remember my teacher’s having to fight to keep the class quiet though, I guess it shows that you don’t always notice when your on the serving end of things. There was also only twelve kids or so in my class, not twenty-four. When grade two is split for reading it makes a HUGE difference. I feel like I can actually work with the kids instead wasting my time with crowd control.
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I was finally part of one of those legendary staff meetings where teachers sit around and discuss the behavior of specific students. I have a hunch that I was the topic at least a couple of those meetings, if they have those at Waldorf schools. We went grade by grade, and people said the names of the students who were being difficult, then we voted on a scale of 1 – 10 how bad it was and what actions needed to be taken. Mr. Zelalem is very serious about discipline in the best interest of the kids. He is adamant about trying all options before going to the parents as often the kids will get beat at home, and it is the students that are beat that are the most disruptive. We also discussed various other issues that needed to be addressed. It was getting dark by the time we finished and we hurried off to find a public taxi.
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Arriving in our neighborhood we decided to try out a café/restaurant near our apartment. I had taken off my tie but was still wearing dress pants and a white collared shirt. Sitting down I saw that everyone was staring, as usual. I’m beginning to find it a little comical. Every time I look at the guy at the bar he is staring at me, I smile and wave. I get a bottle of Abyssinia water and order a burger. The waiter brings us placemats. Kyle looks around and goes “are we the only people getting special treatment?” I look around and laugh when I see that no one else has a placemat. The waiter brings me my burger and says here is your special burger, yes I’m special I say. It was a gigantor bun with what looked like spread on beef, cardboard looking egg layer and bottle of miracle whip, carrots, and some other condiments. The fries, or ‘French fires’ as the English on the menu reads are very good, the burger is alright. I ask about the cake and the lady points to a black cake and says ‘black forest’, then points to a white cake and says ‘white forest’. It goes well with the French fires.