Don Bosco: a private catholic school that has elementary to high school students and has no obvious structure and where the students are more in charge then the teachers .
Don Bosco is where I work . It is where I get stress headaches but also laugh the most and have a lot of fun. Don Bosco is loud, the students are everywhere , and students believe it is acceptable to do the most crazy things ever. One example is throwing carrots at the teacher . Never in my life have I had food thrown at me , but 2 weeks ago my students thought it would be funny to throw carrots at Miss. My students either call me Meira , Miss , profe(like professor , but a short version) or teacher. This particular class calls me Miss , and is a little hyper. They even told me my boyfriend should throw carrots at me.
The students believe I have a boyfriend named TJ. Well actually that is his name this week. Each week it changes because they always forget. I have learned it is easier to lie to them about having a boyfriend then being asked out fifteen thousand times. So anyhow TJ and I are lovely. TJ for anyone that does not need to hear me carry on about random things and people is one of my favorite hockey players on the blues.
The carrot story was 2 weeks ago , now yesterday the students decided that they wanted to hear me speak in Spanish, and then proceeded to inform me that I sound very funny and have a bad accent. Thank kids , like I didnt already know that. The crazy part about this interaction is that I was the teacher of the 30 students yesterday because their teacher had to go to the dentist because he broke his tooth. There is always a reason why I end up standing infront of 30-40 students for one block and then end up in another classroom doing the same thing over again ....Yesterday it was the tooth and tomorrow it can be something else. I am positive that none of my education friends or teachers I know have ever gotten carrots thrown at them or had students come up and start dance around you singing their lungs out wanting you to sing along with them. Its just the life of the crazy education student intern at Don Bosco. The more crazy the day, the more I have to write in my Don Bosco journal and the more funny it is to read over weeks later.
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