I finally got the call at 10 am this morning, telling me my teaching assignment for Primary this year. I’ve got one of the CTR-4 classes. I shared the news with Merkin and then crawled back into bed, curled up in the fetal position, and ignored the rest of the world for a couple hours. Soooooooo not looking forward to tomorrow. At least I didn’t have to do it without any notice. Sigh.
There are two CTR-4 classes. I believe both have five or six kids. I have no idea which one I’m getting, but I’ll bet it isn’t the easy one. The other has two special needs children. They’re all cute kids, but more of a handful than six-year-olds. The class hasn’t made a whole lot of progress in transitioning from Nursery to Primary. They still have a problem staying in their seats during Sharing Time. Did I mention that one of them threw up in church two weeks ago? Yay.
I know, I know, I can do anything with the Lord’s help, and I will learn to love each and every one of my little hellions. Plus, I’d rather do this than teach BratzBasher’s class in Senior Primary. They’re more like this:
Well, if I’m going in prepared (which I’d darn well better be), I’d better get to work. Wish me luck.