This is a long one folks, nae snoozing!
It’s a wee post I’m gona do every time I feel like sharing my NY stories.
So Day 1 of a new school, all new staff, all new kids, all new fucking everything. Buzzing. Excited. 2 teachers per class. I liked my co teacher - sweet. Kids arrived. 34 of them, about 28 of them with high functioning dysregulated trauma behaviours. Nae previous mention of this until day 1. So my co teacher spent the day literally running through the school chasing after a ‘flee’er’ and I was left with the other 33 who seemed to think they were part of an underground fight club. At one point I was breaking up a fight when a kid decided to jump off a table on top of me, knocked me over and I pretty much flattened the two kids who at this point had stopped fighting but the wee table jumper guy wouldn’t let go of me. I duno how he ended up off me but when he did he told me he “fucking liked dinosaurs” and I was just like WTF wee man?! Anyway co teacher comes back with flee’er and says “Kat your shirt, the sleeves?” And I was like “yeh I thought I heard a little rip” at this point I’m thinking my top is maybe burst under the arm because of being body slammed but later on that night I went to Target and ended up walking by front and back mirrors. The little rip? Aye bit worse, my sleeves were hanging on by a couple of threads. Don’t ask me how I never realised this before hand but look I’d had a busy fucking day. But there we go, I looked at myself in Target, sleeves ripped off my top, back aching from earlier, hair like a burst couch, head buzzing from anxiety and stress about Day 2 but also with an absolutely overwhelming feeling of knowing I was going to be exactly where I needed to be for the next wee while. The hard shit in life is what makes you, it’s what gives you motivation and passion, and I’d love to tell you Day 2 was a lot better but it wasn’t, the first week, first month and best part of the first year was hellish. There was tears, tantrums, arguments and that was just me, but working with those kids was the best experience of my life, absolute hand on heart best experience. Bottom line is... if it doesny rip the clothes off