Something to look forward to

Now, I really do not like my Sunday shift. I’ll just put that out there straight away. And ever since I decided to drop Sundays (mainly so I could get my weekends back) I have had zero motivation to teach those classes. There are exactly two children in my entire shift whom I enjoy teaching and might actually miss when the term ends.

They also happen to be the only two in their class.

So, these two little boys, preschoolers, are in my very last class, which is good because it’s something to look forward to during the horror which is the rest of my shift. But when I went to that class today, there were five children sitting on the edge.

Now, I know you can do the Maths. That’s only three extra children. But when it comes to swimming class size, it makes a huge difference. The first few minutes of that class was very stressful, trying to figure out where these children came from and where they were supposed to be! Because those three kids did not belong in that class.

Eventually all the children were sorted into their correct classes and such, but it was such a bummer. That is my favourite class of the shift and it being ruined just messes up the whole day, and I go home on a bad note rather than a positive one. L

My two favourites swam beautifully and were wonderfully cheeky but I could not enjoy it because my head was in a space of fluster and discontent.

The only thing I can think of to describe it is:

ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHUUUGHH