Kill me. Kill me now.

If I have to teach year 7 tomorrow, I might have to scream.

Today's class was shocking - absolutely no respect for anyone who wasn't their regular teacher - when I kept the class in, one kid just stood up and walked out. When I was trying to deal with him, another one jumped out the window.

I prevented one fist fight during class time. When the day finished, I wasn't able to keep them apart with the flood of children bowling me over, so they started hitting in to each other. Being the only teacher around, I was the one who got to get in the middle of a fist fight.

Did I mention that these children are significantly bigger than me?

The Principal was called in during the day, but he said I did well compared to most supplies. He seemed pretty positive about possible job opportunities once he sorts out satffing numbers, so I'll drop my resume up in a couple of days.

But tonight I'll be drinking red wine and trying to forget that today happened, even though . . .

I MADE 100 HOURS OF TEACHING TODAY!