I've been working harder than usual, beating deadlines, staying-in and working on week-ends, but they're peanuts if you compare them to my last two days at work. My last two days at work have been hell.
Two ESL teachers have been absent for two days and I have to cover their classes. I've been teaching 8 periods/day and isn't effective in my teaching anymore, but I am at the point where I don't care. There's simply no room to pause even for a second, and I'm afraid thinking isn't an option at the moment.
I understand, emergencies happen, but a responsible teacher will make arrangements + give you worksheets and an overview of the class + inform you of any schedule changes + etc. NO..... this isn't a perfect world so I didn't get any of those.
I thought it was gonna be fine as I looked-at (another teacher's timetable) at 1PM. It was suppose to be his last class, so I shut down all the machines in the language center, relieved that I'd have a bit of time to catch my breathe. Before I had time to register what had happened, the G1 Class stormed in - screaming, running around, clinging to me, grabbing me, fighting, etc. It was only then that I realized my day wasn't really over yet.
In a really pissed mood, I switched on the machines, bribed the pixies with stickers.............. and went to the loo to cry my eyes out. I've reached my limit and was really really tired.
Tragic Day!
Two ESL teachers have been absent for two days and I have to cover their classes. I've been teaching 8 periods/day and isn't effective in my teaching anymore, but I am at the point where I don't care. There's simply no room to pause even for a second, and I'm afraid thinking isn't an option at the moment.
I understand, emergencies happen, but a responsible teacher will make arrangements + give you worksheets and an overview of the class + inform you of any schedule changes + etc. NO..... this isn't a perfect world so I didn't get any of those.
I thought it was gonna be fine as I looked-at (another teacher's timetable) at 1PM. It was suppose to be his last class, so I shut down all the machines in the language center, relieved that I'd have a bit of time to catch my breathe. Before I had time to register what had happened, the G1 Class stormed in - screaming, running around, clinging to me, grabbing me, fighting, etc. It was only then that I realized my day wasn't really over yet.
In a really pissed mood, I switched on the machines, bribed the pixies with stickers.............. and went to the loo to cry my eyes out. I've reached my limit and was really really tired.
Tragic Day!
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Sorry your day was horrible. Wish I could give ya a hug. Just Remember.
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