It appears to be on a daily basis that I have another hectic, crazy, hilarious story to share after being with my first graders a whole day. Even one of the high school teachers commented about all the stories we accumulate over the school week. Everything happens so quick and spontaneous that I forget to write them all down. Mostly because I am busy laughing, playing freeze tag, or holding kiddos fingers with blood pouring out of it.
Monday:
Last ten minutes of class, I am trying to get all my kids to their correct center and of course all the headphones are tangled up, so I am quickly trying to untangle, when I hear Miss B! I look over and a little guy is poking his head out and waving for me to come into the bathroom. Sure enough, now I am trying to find an extra pair of pants in my classroom. I run him to the office, run back and frantically get all my kids packed up as the bell is ringing. Thank God I only have 11 students!
Friday:
First 20 minutes of class, the class is reading from our library, and I hear Miss B she's PUKING! She comes running up to me, cheeks wide, and hands out in front cupped and ready to catch. I swiftly guide her to our bathroom in our classroom and help her release her breakfast that she was holding in her mouth. I explain to her she can just run to the bathroom when she feels sick. So, I get her all cleaned up and she tells me she feels all better. So she goes back to her reading. 10 minutes later, I am teaching a lesson in front of the class, as she runs up to me. Her cheeks try to contain it, but instead more of her breakfast is spewing out of her mouth and her poor little hands are trying to catch as much as they could. I am pushing her towards the bathroom as she is making a trail the whole way. I once again get her cleaned up, for the most part, send her home, and make a fun phone call to the janitor. The kids were loads of fun to deal with after that. I am just glad there were no chain reactions to our little show we had that morning.
The following Friday:
I am at my desk and a little guy comes to my left with his writing to work on. He opens my drawer to get a marker. I carefully close the drawer and explain to him not to touch Miss B's things. I then have a kiddo that comes to my right with their writing and I turn over to them for about 10 seconds. I turn back over and I have a finger right in front of me dripping blood. I rush him to our sink, run it under water, and apply a paper towel to his little finger. I ask him what happened, and he shows me the utility knife in my desk that he found burried under all my items in my drawer. He starts to shake and cry and shouts "Am I gonna die?" It is times like that where you immediately start to smile because they are truly cute and innocent, but you have to stop yourself from letting out a laugh when they are still panicking at the blood rushing from their little finger tip. Thankfully, it wasn't that deep, but it was a first at filling out an accident report. He told me later, "I won't be touching your things anymore Miss B". Sometimes we gotta learn things our own way :)
Bottom line, you want a job where everyday will be an adventure and life is never boring?? Become a teacher!
Two weeks later...I was feeling like we were due for another adventure. Our friend Devin picked us up and took us for a drive around the island. Of course, it is pouring rain out but we still go searching for whales, seals, or whatever we can find. Sure enough, Devin sees a buck in the distance up the road and pushes the pedal to the medal. I was so excited and quickly reach for my camera to take a picture. Well Devin had other plans in mind and reached back for his rifle. Before I could even look at the picture I just took, I hear a big blast and feel a casing plop in my lap. He got it first try, even shooting through a tree! I had images of Bambi flashing through my head but Katie and Devin we're imagining dinner. Guess, I'm still working on my Alaskan "ness". No such thing as baby steps in Metlakatla!
