After nine months of the leisure life, going to work again is rough. I am totally out of practice.
I read the kids a book called Otto the Otter (their choice, not mine). I felt it left out a lot of information about those little aquatic mammals having a penchant for necrophilia. The book only talked about how otters like to hold hands when they’re sleeping and made them sound all adorable and stuff.
Enjoy that bubble while it lasts kids.
Another book one of the children handed me was “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” and as I started reading it another teacher said, “That book goes with a CD. I’ll put it on for you.” So rather than reading a book, I found myself singing a book. And I don’t know if it’s just because they don’t know me yet or what, but NONE of those kids sang or moved to the music or NOTHING. Twenty little four-year-olds just sat there, children of the corn style, and watched me all big-eyed and serious as I tried to look and sound super happy about singing”A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh.”
Like I said, maybe it’s because the kids didn’t know me so I was like some crazy novelty to them singing weird-sounding words. But nobody budged or even cracked a smile. And back when I was a teacher in Austin, the moment you put on any kind of music those little ankle biters were spinning around, wiggling their butts, all acting like they knew how to break dance….
Don’t get me wrong, those kids today were sweet. And they smiled plenty throughout the day and acted like normal children instead of impassive little zombies. But something about my voice….
I have to remember Kiwi vocab too because it seems these little rugrats don’t know what I’m saying sometimes. The word “flip-flops” can cause such a look of confusion to come over their adorable little faces that it’s almost comical. A Kiwi kid wears jandals on his/her feet in the summer. And that thing at the end of a sentence is a “full stop”, not a period.
And the last letter of the alphabet? Zed.
I have a lot to learn.
Nighty night all.