I've been negligent in letting y'all know about my kids at Hebrew School

[xiphias]

Well, okay, we had two weeks off for winter vacation, so this past Sunday was the first time we'd had class in a while. Still, I need to tell you about them. . .

It took me an hour and fifteen minutes to get my car out of the driveway Sunday morning, so I got to school right at 9:30 when class starts, so I was totally unprepared. Max actually got to class before me, by a minute or two, and I had him help me set up the table. We're working on mitzvot related to animals, and I'm using names of animals for teaching Hebrew.

Also, Tamara, the other teacher in the class, is in Israel, so I was soloing this week.

Only four students showed up, and, despite that, things didn't go smoothly.

I've mentioned how one of my students is resistant to Hebrew school, even though she likes the people, likes me, and so forth. It got bad. She was reistant to everything, and, in the second half, I sent her out of the room to wait for a few minutes. J decided to go with her to keep her company, (he'd also been rambunctious) which meant that I only had two students to work with. M has had problems with Hebrew all along, so it wasn't bad to have a little more time to work with him, and it was good to help E, too, but still -- half my class, y'know?

So, what did the two of them do when they were out there?

They made me a card. It's now hanging on my refrigerator. It's a picture of a Shabbat table, and challah, curtains, it's gorgeous.

I really love my kids.

After school, one of my students from last year commented that his class was a little crazy when they were with me, but they're not so crazy with Mark. So, yeah, it's me. . . I really need to figure out this whole "classroom management" thing.

After school, A and J wanted to play with my PalmPilot while I cleaned up the classroom and they waited for parents, so I let them. When I got it back, there was a new note in the voice recorder, and a new message written in the notepad, which boh said the same thing: "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die, you six-fingered FREAK!!!"

Yes, they're aware that the last part isn't part of the quote. They don't care; they like it better that way.

Comments

[angelovernh.livejournal.com]

It was sweet of them to make you a card when they'd essentially been sent out of the room for time-out.. ;)

[xiphias.livejournal.com]

I think there's a cause-and-effect relationship there: she wants to let me know that she still cares about me, and the class, even when she's acting up. And so I want to make sure that she knows that I care about her, even when she's acting up.

[ailbhe]

I love hearing about your school kids.