Killing is bad

I take my responsibility of other people's children very serious. I did not realized this until a spoiled 6 year old with an attitude and a temper tried to test me and apparently try to kick my ass. His name is Stone. Not sure who gave him that name, but its by far the most appropriately named kid I've ever met. He's very smart and thinks the world owes him...well...EVERYTHING. Not true, not in this lifetime. He throws small fits in class (apparently hits the Chinese teacher when she has class with him), I just throw him out. I thought perhaps him being a little spoiled prince, but I now realized its a behavioral/mental issue. He started throwing chairs and going ape shit over something small like not getting more points for a game or losing a turn, because I like to teach real life games (i.e. tic-tac-toe and ladders. You cannot win EVERYTIME in life no matter what the hell your parents say). At some point he almost decapitated 2 kids with these crazy yellow plastic chairs and was scaring the hell out of everyone. I grabbed Stone and dragged him out of class and told my TA, Chinese assistant, to translate VERBATIM what I'm saying (They tend to sugar coat translations as to not hurt the child's feelings. They think the foreigner don't realized it and smile, but today I needed this kid to understand I will not be putting up this is zoo like bullshit of his anymore). I said you will not act like this in MY CLASSROOM. I will not allow you to scare or endanger anyone in MY CLASSROOM. Your bad behavior and attitude will not be tolerated while I'm teaching. Do not come back to MY CLASSROOM until you understand. OK?!?!?!?My TA stared at me after translating like I had sacrificed a puppy. Because they have never seen me upset and she tells me that I think he understands cause he's crying and huffing and puffing. I told her that he cannot come in and that she cannot coddle him either. These kids need to know there are repercussions for their actions. Babying him is not going to make things easier for either of us. At this point some other classes have stopped to see what happened, cause no one has heard me and my murderous tone before. I calmly went back to the classroom and our class happily played spelling hopscotch without Stone.

Stone and his grandmother came to ask for my forgiveness and to beg me to allow him to return to class the following week. After he apologized to the class, I let him return. Stone has been the sweetest teddy bear since. Helping the other kids with their homework and playing well with the others. I've seen him huffing and puffing at his grandmother, but he knows I will strangle him if he brings that nonsense back into my class. Just saying.



~Regulator Anne out~
 

Just looking

While riding the train, I often take notice of the many disparities in class, in income, in social etiquette. It sometimes huge and dynamic. A poorly dresses migrant worker standing tall as if he were royalty. While next to him a very well dressed businessman yelling rudely on the phone, scratching his ass and picking his nose. I'm sure you can see this anywhere in the world but, its a special/strange oddity here.

Anne's food for thought ;)
 

Sharing means caring

I thought that one of my TA (teacher assistant)telling me "you looking sexy today", while I was in the middle of teaching a lesson, would be the OH OK I'VE HEARD/SEEN IT ALL moment, but no. My youngest student Jerry 2 1/2 years old (pictured)

He knows more than lets on and has insisted on becoming my lil laoshi (teacher) and class REGULATOR. Many of the students sometimes call me Black Cat (no idea why) or "da pigu" (big butt). I can only guess about the latter, but whatever. Jerry thinks its a good idea to stand next to me or my TA to help sing/teach/oversea the class

Today was special, for some reason I was showing the kids stand up, sit down, turn around. They all thought I looked funny, I guess, and started shouting da pigu (big butt) Jerry yells "SIT DOWN PLEASE" and proceed to attempt to bite my butt with the few teeth he has. I asked him what he was doing and he just laughed and started singing a song we learned a few weeks ago. I tell him "ni feng la hai zi" (you crazy child. He smiles and tells me to hurry and clap (in chinese).

Its clear to me that there is a 50 year old man in that 2 1/2 year old body...

Anne must watch out...for real.