I get super nervous, can't sleep, feel nauseated, and get irritable when things are about to change. So, when I got the news that I, a FIVE year teacher (yes, practically an amateur), was getting a 40 year old student teacher, I freaked out a little bit. I couldn't sleep last night, felt sick, nervous, and, yup, I got irritable. I was to the point that I needed a good slapping. Every one I asked refused to do so, however, I'm pretty sure they secretly wanted to.
Well, the newest member to our little room arrived at about 7:45 this morning. And, I must say, as soon as I saw her sweet smiling face, I was at ease. Most of the time, we teachers don't like outsiders in our "territory," but this lady jumped right in and *swoon* even got on to my babies (not in a mean way, of course). Praise. The. Lord. There is nothing I hate worse than a volunteer coming in my room and thinking they are supposed to be my kids' buddy and end up being more of a hindrance than a help. Ugh. Not this lady.
As for the kids, they practically ignored there was anyone else in our room and acted like a bunch of crazies. Yup. One decided that Mr. Putter and Tabby sounded like Mr. Pooter and Doodoo and thought he would blurt it out to the class, who, of course, thought that was hysterical. Another decided it was a good idea to cry and pout all day because I wouldn't let her go to the bathroom. Yet another figured that no one cared that the hallway echoes and yelled every flippin' time we had to venture into it. Yeeeah. Maybe, just maybe, this is the whole reason I have the class I have this year. The Good Lord knew that Mrs. M was going to need a class good enough to break her into teaching... and he thought I was the teacher that could rein them in and contain them well enough so she could learn a thing or two... Man, is she going to learn a thing or two... or three... or four... or five...