I have to admit, I've never felt soooooooooo exercised and downright tired since the last time I went to
the stadium for a run. A proper run, not thejog, stop, jog, stop, jog, crawl routine that I subject my
battered late-20s body to these days, of course.
Spending the day in a class full of 3 and 4 year olds make those track training sessions at school
seem such easy-peasy times. Even with high-strung Coach Melvin barking at my behind then.
I have 1 kid who is obssessed with washing her hands.Another one who goes to the toilet 5 times in an hour.
Another one who probably runs on never-ending batteries, going by the way he never stops to
sit, or eat, or rest.
Another one who pouts, shakes his head at me and then puts his hands on his hips each time
I scold him.
Yet another one, who repeats everything I say for all her classmates... again and again.
My only escape from these rigorous day... are those 2 hour naptimes when these kids finally,
finally give ME some rest and peace and quiet.
And when the lights come on, marking the start of their short teabreak followed by more lessons,
I fall right back into the madness of endless chasing, breaking up squabbles, putting toys back into place,
drawing, colouring, asking, answering and more answering of seemingly never-ending questions...
but best of all, constant smiling and laughters.
:p
Just call me Teacher Leen.