Desperate times call for desperate measures. That is why I'm putting all my energy into ignoring the fact that 18 out of the 19 boys in the classes I teach are honest-to-God devils, and choosing to concentrate instead on that one boy who by some miracle is... normal!:)
Alright alright, I admit it. The school year is barely a week old and I already have favorites! Is that too bad?
Cut me some slack here, will you? When I hear the stampede of kids rushing towards my classroom, my natural and self-preserving instinct is to run for the hills! So the only way to stop myself from doing just that (and getting myself fired:P), is to take a deep breath and visualize the face of one of those adorabely cute "good kids". Until now, it's working like a charm!
I'm trying to prove a point here, which is that I must officially be allowed to have favorites- cuz it's really what keeps me on the right track (of sanity?:P). And I'm willing to compromise, mind you. I'll even narrow them down to one child (out of 80 kids- that's something).
If I had to choose one child, then it'll be Hamza without a doubt. He's the son of the new High School principal, they are Jordanians but were living in the states and just moved to Kuwait. He is absolutely and utterly the cutest, most adorable, and polite sweetheart!
I was playing Bingo with the kids last week (as a reading activity- oh did I mention I also teach reading? Don't ask!:P) and Hamza came in late, so I let him join one of the kids with his board. We were already halfway through the game and some of the kids were getting "Bingos". Of course everytime someone got a bingo, the whole room would literally vibrate from the shrieks of excitement! (At first from the kids who got the bingo- but soon joined in by the rest of the class just for the heck of it!)
So Hamza raises his hand and I come close to him and kneel down to make out his words (he's very soft-spoken, but then again having a circus for a class doesn't help either:P).
He says: Ms. Mariam what is the big prize they get when they get a bingo?
Me: nothing dear, it's just a game and they win!
Hamza (with the most adorable puzzled look): Then why are they acting like that when they get a bingo?
Me: I WISH I KNEW honey, I wish I knew!
Aah, the world could use more "Hamzas" (or at least- my classroom could!).
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Am I guessing correctly that you will be naming your firstborn Hamza now?
But seriously, he doesn't understand getting excited about getting a bingo? I'm not advocating riots here, but I can't help yell out Bingo... I really can't.
Oh trust me, no one is talking about just "yelling out bingo" in excitement- that's the best part of the game! It's yelling out bingo, followed by a war dance on the desks that poses a bit of a problem, if you know what I mean!
As for naming my first born Hamza, hmm... very probable- except I'm no longer sure I want kids of my own!!! (kiddin, I adore kids!;)
Maybe one of my kids, but the first born has to be "Sayf" (I don't have a cute "Sayf" in my classes at the moment, but I've met my fair share of them already!:)
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