It was sometime after midnight on Friday night. I heard the message alert go off on my iPhone which was sitting on my night table. I got up to get ready for bed and checked my phone...there was a message from a co-worker, "I threw out my back". Oh. There was a quick exchange of messages that ended with me telling him, "Take care".
When I showed up for work the next morning I was greeted by our worried looking office manager. My afternoon baby lesson had been moved up by an hour and I had a couple of extra kids classes added to my schedule. Which meant that my usual routine of heading to the nearby cafe for lunch had been scuttled. Oh, well.
The first class I was subbing for started off on the wrong foot because the CD track numbers in the text didn't seem to match up with the actual material on the CD. Once I got that sussed out then we were on the road. The students were three six year-olds who will be first graders next month. So at this point in their lives they're somewhat starting to read and are capable of copying sentences accurately.
The part of the lesson where we went over phrases and their attendant actions went fine. After that came the part where I had the students read and write in their workbooks. No real big issue there.
For some odd reason or another, the girl in the class, who is a bit rambunctious, decided it was high time to headbutt the teacher...i.e.: me. Okay. Don't ask why. She did that once when I walked by her to check on how she was progressing in her writing assignment. Then she asked me to stand back so that she could take a run at headbutting me in the stomach. Knowing what was coming at me, I tightened up my stomach muscles and was in no discomfort when she struck. I suspect this time around the instigator took a harder hit than the intended victim....
