Yesterday I noticed the worst thing ever....my voice started to get deeper.
In the life of a camp counselor/teacher that can only mean one thing-----utter chaos. My voice went completely out today. Even when I tried to talk normally to my students either a squeak or a whisper came out. They kept asking, "Miss Abby, where did your voice go?" I said if I knew, then I would go get it.
I wrote out these huge plans for my two aides at 6:30 this morning, but decided to stay in the classroom the whole day just in case something went wrong. My aides did really well with the whole group reading instruction and discipline. Thank God for people who are willing to step up. In the morning we had kindergarten through eighth grade mass at the chapel here. My little ones sat between the eighth graders. I hadn't warned them and it showed. A few of the youngest kids were terrified but eventually warmed up to the big kids next to them. It easily made my day. During the afternoon one of my kids took a number 2 in his pants. Apparently, his family had a case of diarrhea throughout the week. My aide, Mikey, had to deal with the bulk of it by helping the kid clean himself off. Got to love the life of a kindergarten teacher.
My voice is still crapped out as of right now. Off to write more lesson plans for my aides tomorrow. The adventures of teaching continue....
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