i had quite an experience yesterday.
i thought the class was under control. everyone was doing their work while i was trying to find out who can't read among them. they were quite except for some of them who were taking turns to sharpen their colours and some who wanted to go out to the toilet. i thought everything was okay and the kids were doing fine.
i honestly didn't see the stress coming until i heard someone said, 'teacher, dia birak' while pointed at someone at the back sitting just next to the wall. for a second i was panicking. i just looked at the kid without saying anything and i had already seen some 'things' coming down to the floor from the pants. it was also on his shoes. and then the sound of the other kids making the eww noises and laughing brought me back to the situation i was in now. i approached the kid and i gave him some wet tissues i got from my handbag (thank God i had it), and i asked him to wait for a while. as for the other kids, i warned them to stay quite. i went out and i saw a teacher. i asked her what to do because i was totally blurred. she helped me tell the cleaner aunt and the aunt told me to bring the kid to the toilet. then i asked the teacher who was teaching the class next to my class if they have any spare clothes. yes they have it.
when i got back to the class, the kid was already crying because the other kids were making fun of him. and i felt bad because i left him there being watched by all his friends just like that. so i got mad at the other kids and i guess i was quite terrifying when i scream because i actually made them completely quiet. then i brought the kid to the toilet and passed the spare clothes to the aunt. i got back to the class to make sure that the other kids were not turning the classroom into a circus. yes they did. but me coming in eventually stopped the circus. i started lecturing them about how they should not make fun of their friends and how it could happen to just any of them and how by that time, they would not want anybody to do the same thing as what they just did to their friend. they just nodded. i didn't know if they understand, but i feel better to have said what i wanted to say.
as that was my first time confronting such situation, i felt really bad for the aunt because i could not handle the situation on my own. but i sure had learned something yesterday. and i had started to realize, that this is not practicum anymore. this isn't a practice anymore. back then during the practicum, whenever i was having a bad time in school, i would think about how many more days until everything end. but now things just won't work that way anymore. there's no end-date to this for the time being. this is not ending anytime soon. i got to be prepared for things like this to constantly happen especially year 1. i hope as time goes by, i'll find it enjoyable teaching these adorable little kids despite all the difficult sides i have to take part in.
and oh. after the holiday, the selection for story telling will be held in all my classes. yes, including year 1 class. so lets just wait for cuteness overload / disaster overload (whichever comes first) on that day.
welcome to next level now nurul.
8:14am
30/01/2016
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