Jun 24, 2010
Remember how I said I was starting work? Well, I started on Monday, and I got assigned to a bunch of seven-year-olds. So, I’ve been helping teach a third grade class and I have to say, THEY ARE SO DARN ADORABLE. Kids don’t stop being cute until they’re about… eight or nine. Then they either turn into snobby/shy/annoying/bratty kids. Some of them are already like that, but for the most part, they’re just cute little muffins of joy.
I was actually quite nervous to start the whole thing. I had pretty bad insomnia the night before, which made me even more tired on my first day, along with bags under my eyes, which wasn’t too attractive. But, I actually didn’t have to be worried about anything. The teacher is actually a favorite of mine, I had him for fourth grade, and he absolutely adores me. I was his “favorite student” back in the day. :’) I was always quite the kiss-up. AND, I CAN PROUDLY SAY THAT I REMEMBER ALL THEIR NAMES. So far, there are about 12 kids in the class. Cedrick, Gabrielle, Victor, Lauren, Hannah, Peter, Gary, Alicia, Kiley, Malan, Jaspreet, and Jessica. There should be a couple more coming, but I’m guessing they’re on vacation or something. (Oh, and by the way, the names in bold are the kids I don’t enjoy too much. Just saying.)
And guess what, THEY ALL LOVE ME. They give me hugs and they hold my hand all the time. :3 Lauren asks me every day if she can eat lunch with me. Um, no. I understand you would like to spend your lunch with a lovely person like me, but I do not want you around when I am with my other friends. Not trying to be mean or anything, but you’re seven. Go eat with other seven-year-olds. Thanks. Also, can you not continually repeat quotes from “Up”? (I swear, she knows almost every word from that movie. Every. Word.)
Hannah loves to annoy me. I mean, seriously. Today, she wouldn’t stop saying that I was an “impostor” of the real Francine. “You’re an impostor! In the classroom, you’re always so serious and mean! When you’re with your friends at recess, you always laugh and stuff! I think that before we go to recess, your master Joe takes you into his lab and replaces you with the real Francine, then when we go to class, he replaces you back with the impostor. IS THAT TRUE? IMPOSTOR! IMPOSTOR!” Then all the kids started calling me an impostor. .-.
In the beginning, Gary was a cute kid that didn’t cause any trouble at all. But then he just gradually started becoming more and more disobedient, and I think he lost his sense of listening. He made fun of my clothes today. D: “Look at the teacher, she’s wearing skinny jeans. Is the teacher allowed to wear skinny jeans? TEACHER! FRANCINE IS WEARING SKINNY JEANS! IS SHE ALLOWED TO DO THAT?!?!?!?” Gary, I can wear whatever I want to. As long as none of my booty is hanging out, I think I’m okay. :|
Lots of Love,
Francine
P.S. Wow. I never got to adding up the layout. I’ll get to it, I promise. D: I’ve just been busy with little kids, as you can see.