Monday: exactly as you'd expect with four classes, ages ranging from 6 to adult. I was drinking from a firehose, which is why I was drinking this minutes after the day's last class:
Tuesday: Getting better. The little ones are starting to mind and the young teens, despite their conniptions, are going along. Not all kids know this, but every teacher does: they have us outnumbered. The only thing that prevents absolute anarchy is a teacher in control, so I'm striking power poses, speaking in a command voice, and hoping I know what I'm talking about.
It's exhausting. But in a good way.
Wednesday: Sometimes kids are just willful. That's okay--they're testing their boundaries, finding their autonomy. But sometimes it leads to them leaving class and coming back with a naked toddler in their arms. Happens all the time, right?
Maybe that's only a thing here.
Thursday: One of the teachers brings her kids for lessons, too. Fine. But during break I see him "playfully" punch a girl in the stomach.
Where I'm from, that's not how we play.
So I tell him as much. "That's not cool to punch a girl." I come to find out later that sent him into a crying fit, which prompted his mother to "discuss" the issue with me. "What you think you saw was not what happened," she says.
After a few minutes of back and forth where she defends her son's behavior and I inform her that, as a teacher, when I see something I don't like I will call it out, I see nothing is going to change and I walk away.
"I'm not done talking to you!" she shouts.
"Yeah, well, I'm done listening."
Later the boy's father--who also volunteers at the school--engages me in a similar conversation that leaves us exactly where we started.
How nice that, in my short time here, I can get the full teaching experience.
Friday: It's been an exhausting week. Trying, challenging, but rewarding. Then at the end of our kiddo class--the most trying, most challenging of them--we gather them for a group photo.
Like I said: rewarding.
One week down. Looking forward to the next.