With 10 days, 7 hours, and 15 minutes until Cam's arrival, I am laying here on my couch (because I can no longer sleep in a bed) thinking things over. Right now my thoughts are looking into the near future and something has me a little, well, worried. This "worry" began ohhh, about two days ago when I served as a substitute teacher for second graders for the first time. So void, something for you...
While substitute teaching I noticed this really annoying "habit" that 6th graders and under have. They tattle. Well, each class will have two or three kids who think it is their "duty" to point out everything their classmates are doing instead of working on their assignments. Don't get me wrong, as a sub, its nice to have students who you know will tell you the truth about how the teacher does things, but only to a certain extent. Because you see, tattling is something all kids do, but generally around 5th-6th grade, it seems to stop. The 6th grade issue is that they begin to have the rebellious attitude with the exception of the two or three kids who still think its their business to tattle on everyone. This is annoying because when subbing in a 6th grade class room, you end spending a good 65% of your day dealing with one kid tattling on another out loud so that the kid misbehaving discreetly in the back of the class knows they are being ratted out. Well, of course they then jump all over the aforementioned rat. So now you have a full-forced argument instead of one kid quietly passing notes in the back of the class. Is it wrong that I usually find that my sympathies are with the kid being told on?
Then I go to second grade where everyone tells on everyone else! I wanted to scream. At all times I had a least 3 kids standing way too close for comfort telling on another kid. Are you serious? Did I do that as a kid? Is this necessary? Am I going to be dealing with this between Kyden and Cameron? I am going to pull my hair out. I don't remember telling on my siblings or anyone else as a kid. Not unless they were doing something really bad or really dangerous.
In fact, almost every fight or crashing noise in our house was immediately followed by the "I won't tell on you if you won't tell on me" pact. My poor parents never figured out who did anything. Things in our house just strangely broke or went missing. Suddenly my brother or I had a black eye or a strange bruise. How did you get the cut again? So you tripped on a rock and fell in the lake? Yeah, sister is tied up in the cupboard, but we don't know how she got there. Strangely enough, she doesn't remember either. Weird... She thinks maybe she tripped over the rope and then got caught it in. Of course that doesn't explain how duct tape got over her mouth or how she ended up in the cabinet or how the cabinet door shut with a rubber band holding the doors together from the OUTSIDE. Maybe our house was haunted. The ghost liked to tie of children and eat their Halloween candy in front of them. Somehow, it felt better when we all went down together in flames. How did we get there? I mean I can remember being in 2nd grade and making this pact. Is it wrong that I hope Ky and Cam are that way? I am sure that will make for very frustrating days for me, but at least they won't be selling each other out. I would rather be a detective than the complaint department.
I think I am returning to the previous idea of the MMA cage in our back yard. When they attempt to tattle on each other, send 'em outside with boxing gloves. This idea really is gaining merit.
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