First Full Day

This morning I was starting to think that I was going to be jobless again today, but then at around 9am I got a phone call from the sub office and instead of being for an afternoon job (as I was expecting) they wanted me to rush out right away for a job where the start time is usually 8:30. Thankfully, it's a school I'd been to before (in south Salem) so I didn't need to figure out how to get there.

Now normally, I HATE these kinds of calls - anyone who knows me at all knows that I don't really do "spur of the moment" stuff that often. So I really hate when it gets to be that time of the morning - when I'm starting to think I'm not working and I start to make other plans - and then the phone rings and I have to do a complete 180 and get ready and dressed in light speed and run out the door. But it didn't bother me as much today for some unknown reason. Although I certainly felt a rushed! Probably didn't help that I stupidly assumed that I wouldn't get a last minute call like that so I hadn't done my hair or gotten dressed or anything! Ahh! Guess I won't do that anymore!

Anyways, I have rambled on the getting called portion of this story because there is not much to tell about the actual day. I got there and the kids were already in the room (24 first graders) and the principal was leading the class. She graciously kept doing the morning routine so I had a chance to look over the lesson plans to see what I was supposed to be doing the rest of the day. We managed to get through probably 90% of what was on the schedule and the kids were fine - it's only the 9th day of school and these guys still getting used to full days and such, so they were easily stirred up and pretty bouncy but that's kinda to be expected and they did seem to improve during the middle part of the day.

One thing that always amuses me about 1st grade (and kindergarten for that matter) is the way they will just blurt out something totally random that has nothing to do with what you're talking about. For example, I was talking to the class this afternoon about raising your hand when you have a question, and how to be polite listeners and such, and a few kids raised their hands and told some story about how they know to raise their hand because blahdy-blahdy-blah. Then another kid raised his hand and told me how he sometimes got to go to his grandma's on the weekend. (Yeah, he was obviously real tuned into our little chat wasn't he?) Then another raised their hand and told me how they liked to go fishing. So then I had to say something about how I like to hear their stories, but they need to save them for another time because right now we aren't having sharing. So this other kid raises his hand and I asked him if he was just telling a story or if he had a question - he assured me it was a question - then proceeded to tell me that he had a Nintendo Wii (with a completely straight face I must add!) Little mischievous rascal. That was the end of question time.

So tomorrow I am going back to the same class which is kinda nice. I know the schedule ahead of time and hopefully I can remember some names. Plus I don't have to do the dreaded "wait for the sentence for the day phone call" in the morning! :D

It's getting late now, so I'm off to bed...otherwise the little 6-year-old will overwhelm me in the morning!!