Flying Rats

In our mothers class we walked in and we were moving a bunch of tables around. I grabbed on desk and two rats jumped out at me. I dropped the desk and screamed. I walked away from it and finished moving the others then went back to move it again and another jumped out at me which resulted again to me dropping it and screaming again. I didn't expect to see another one. The moms came in as i was screaming that last time and i said it was because of the rats and now they were hiding under the cabinet. Two of them grabbed a broom and moved the cabinet and one rat went flying out as the other mother caught it with the broom and then the third mother came over with a hunk of wood and hit it three times over the head smearing blood all over the floor as they finally swept it out. Again... one mom moved the cabinet, one mom caught the flying mouse, one mom smacked it. But the third one.... that was the little devil one. It knew i didn't like it so when it came flying out it came flying out in my direction which sent me flying up onto the desk. The moms were laughing and then remembered there was a rat to catch and ran after it and caught it, smacked it and swept it out. I guess you could say it was a good bonding experience. I HATE RATS!!!

Nicely Seeded Face

As I was teaching last night i was writing on the board the words he, she, him, and her. We are learning about english sentence formation starting with easy sentences. Tonight was a good night. I was awake, had energy, and was even excited about teaching my youngins class. I had just finished drawing a family on the board and writing " Andrew is Amy's dad." We had gone over this family with their sentences before so it was a lot of review and a lot of practicing by writing and saying the sentences. One of my students raised his hand and said that the little boy next to him had a bad fever. I walked over and felt his chest and yes, he was burning up! I wrote another sentences on the board and told my kids to write five more sentences down on their papers like the example on the board while i walk this little boy home. He told me his house was just around the corner. We walked all the way down to the corner, turned the corner and walked all the way down to the next corner, then turned again and walked all the way down to the next corner before we arrived at his house. I talked to his family for a few minutes then headed back to my kids who were supposed to be writing sentences. Tara was just a few doors down so if they needed anything badly they would be fine. I came back to my class and a little boy was crying and breathing extreemly hard. I asked them what happened but i couldn't understand them. I carried the little boy over to taras class where he finally got some water and sat for a bit to cool down and just chill. Apparently a granadilla (a small seedy fruit) was shoved in his face after he pulled a girls hair. I was laughing a little inside but felt sorry for the little boy at the same time. After pestering her all during class and finally pulling her hair, he pretty much got what he deserved. But instead of promoting that fact i talked to him and her kindly and told them to leave each other alone. Class went on and we finished on a strong note. Next week i hope there are no problems and everything goes smoothly.