The Storm that Never Reigned - Part 2

Being several days past the storm, I can't recall her name (maybe Iroha, pronounced EE-row-hA (as in, haha)), but in walked a cute little girl fresh from a nap. "That's a cute disguise for pure terror," I thought to myself. Her mother carried her in, and as she became aware of her surroundings, I could see her face come alive with curiosity. She had been here many times before, but for whatever reason, she seemed excited to be there.

Realizing that being prepared was my best defense against a chaotic, potentially vomiting set of kids, I had some distracting activities set up for what was surely to be the worst class I had to deal with in my short time here. Iroha took to playing with magnet boards well, and even thought my version of Plinko with magnets was quite cool. Then in walked a young man (I use that term loosely; he was maybe three years old) who's name I really don't remember. He was also quiet, and as he began to build a tower of blocks, I could sense two things: 1) this class wasn't likely to be as bad as predicted, and 2) the little kid in me really wanted to play with those blocks. So, I did.

As the time for class to start drew near, we picked up. A third student was absent that day. Almost as if they read my mind once the classroom was picked up, they both walked over to the table and sat quietly awaiting instruction. I was in awe, though still slightly skeptical of their motivation. I was waiting for the eruption. Shrugging the notion away, I pulled out flash cards, and once again, I was surprised.

Me: Red
Kids: RED!
Me: Blue
Kids: BLUE!

Spot on. Sharp. Too good to be true. I paused before moving on to green. Mental shift. OK, maybe that absent kid was the one who caused these two to get rowdy. And with that, we proceeded to have a very enjoyable, energetic, and educational class (alliteration just for you, Leah). I won't bore you with naming the songs we sang, the dances we did, or the (relatively speaking) exhaustive list of words we studied.

So, where was the storm?

Don't make fun; most of my classes are actually teaching and not mostly entertaining students. But, maybe five times a month, I have very young classes. To establish a datum, I average 2.8 classes per day, working an average of 20.75 days per month. So, if I teach 5 classes a month that young, that's 60 per year, but only 8.6% of all my classes.