by Emily Casella
Today I was back in the fifth grade. The only thing about being in fifth grade today that was different from last time is the fact that I am with the class that probably has the most troublemakers in the entire school. I mean talk about a fifth-grade attitude. Now, here is the thing about the majority of the students: Most of them know me already. They have had me either this year or last year as a substitute. Even with this background knowledge they still love to bust my balls.
Our first instance of the day was between two boys. All of a sudden, I look over and one of the boys is leaning over the other’s chair fighting for something on the floor. That something they were fighting for on the floor was a literal paperclip. It was just a plain silver paperclip. Nothing special at all.
I decided to walk over because one boy kept yelling, “HE TOOK MY PAPERCLIP! THAT IS MY PAPERCLIP! GIVE IT BACK!”.
When I walked over, I told the boy to give him his paperclip back and I went back and forth with this boy for about five minutes before he actually gave it back. Once again, it was literally a paperclip.
Later in the day, I let the kids have independent reading time. One boy decided to read a joke book. He sat right next to my desk and kept reading them off to me. Every couple of minutes he would look over and go “knock-knock” and continue reading the joke to me. He was very adamant about reading the jokes to me only.
A couple of times one of his friends in the class would answer “Who’s there?”.
The boy would then look over and say “No, not you. Ms. Emily, knock-knock”.
This went on for about fifteen minutes.
After the whole incident with the paperclip that morning, I thought we would be done with fighting over random objects; I thought wrong. Midday, two different boys were fighting over something. It was a pen that another student bent in half. I don’t know how that boy bent that pen in half without breaking it, but he did. One student that had it literally ran out the classroom door with it because another student was trying to get it from him. I had to yell out to this boy and I tell him that if the bent pen was going to be an issue that I would be taking it. They finally stopped after I said this, but really? A bent pen?
Overall, it wasn’t too bad of a day. There are some great students in this class that I love talking with and a couple of new students that I hadn’t met yet. If I were to give this class a rating, I would give them a solid 7/10. Great kids, but they get way too distracted.
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