In the spirit of getting the heck out of the house, I signed up to volunteer at Caitlin's school. Today was my first day.
I learned very interesting things today, but foremost among them was the fact that I wouldn't last for five minutes alone with a room full of 7 year olds.
I'd want to feed them all to a critter with very large teeth.
They're in constant Brownian motion, they don't ever stop talking and they don't listen very well at all.
Teaching today is very different from when I was seated on the small chair side of the classroom. Now that I've officially outed myself as an Ancient Curmudgeon, let me note that I was pulled out of my first grade classroom (By the Evil Mrs. Carmen) by my ponytail and marched down to the principal's office for talking in class.
Don't get me wrong: it's not that I recommend the disciplinary methods from the days of yore (One teacher used to whip erasers at the heads of kids caught misbehaving in class; another used to drag miscreants out by their ear. Did I mention that this wasn't Catholic school?), it's just that it was a very different world back then and that teachers today clearly have the patience of saints. They need to be paid more to put up with all of our darling children all day long.
What did you do today? Alternatively, did you ever get in trouble spectacularly in elementary school? Spill!