By all that I mean, breaks make kids LOSE IT. Now, you might think this just means they are crazy/chatty/goofy/can't sit still for their lives...but you would be wrong. It means all that...and MORE. When breaks creep up, kids (through no fault of their own) lose EVERY ounce of self-control. In every way. Case in point, my day from HELL:
Let me illustrate with some math...
Number of kids brought to tears today: 4 (see, I told you they lose it)
Number of referrals I had written before the morning bell: 2
Number of referrals I wrote later in the day: 3
Number of lunch detentions: 2
Number of kids held after school: 2
Number of those kids who decided they were going to run away through the school when kept after: 1
Number of minutes spent searching the school: 15
Number of houses the assistant principal walked to in an attempt to track down my runner: 1
Number of minutes of assistant principal's time wasted after I returned to my classroom and discovered that said runner had crept back in (and was sitting silently, doing his make up work, and refusing to talk to anyone): 30
Number of parent phone calls: 5
Number of parent phone calls during which I learned that one of my lovelies had told another student he was going to "rip his head off": 1
Number of years off my life today: who. even. knows...
It's a good thing I am already an avid hair-colorer. These kids would be giving me some SERIOUS grays by now, let me tell you...
It will be a miracle if I survive the next three days...but the bigger miracle will be if all of THEM do!!!!!