The boy's name is Eric. He is a sweet hearted little boy. A first grader who loves to come to school. Every week he has a new name for me. I get a kick out of it. Last week, it was Ms. Tooles. This week it was Mr. Tooles. I never correct him, because really what's the point. Oh by the way, my last name is Toole. So at least he is close.
Here are some more and I am sure this list will get longer as the year goes on.
Mrs. PE Teacher
Ms. Burke
Mrs. "what's your name"
Mr. Teacher
Thursday, October 13, 2016
Adventures of PE teacher: Part 1: Watch out for those Yarn Balls!
Hi there! This is my second year teaching PE at North Ogden Elementary. I am sure enjoying and I get a lot of laughs from what the kids do. I have learned that you never really know what a child might do. They are so unpredictable and do things that I never imagined a kid in PE class would do.
So I thought I would just type down some of the good, bad, ugly, and funniest moments that I experience while being a PE teacher.
Today was a good day in PE. Sometimes I have really rough days that I wonder if I'll get through them alive. But today my energy was really high even though I did a 5 AM intense leg workout. Maybe that's the secret! Nah, I doubt that. I think it is because this week is the best week in my month (the ladies know what I am talking about). As a women you only get that one week where your body feels just great, and your skin is clear and glowing. Anyways, that is beside the point.
This morning I had 5th grade, we played soccer outside and it was pretty normal, no crazy things happened. Even Erin decided she would give it a try. She is that cute girl in school, that has an excuse not to participate in PE every week. Today she told me that she wasn't going to play. I asked her why and she said plain and simple, "because I don't want to." I wanted to tell her, "Well, I don't want to wipe my kid's poo off the toilet seat, but I do it anyways because I'd rather sit on a john that's clean." "Sometimes, we have to do things we don't want to do even if we don't like them."
I actually told her, "why don't you give it one try and if you don't like it you can watch." She agreed to that, and by golly she played the entire time. Yay! So that is a win for me and a win for her, because she actually got her heart rate up.
Later on in the day I had first grade and kindergarten. We played this awesome game of battleship
where we work on throwing balls into a giant spaceship, and there are astronauts, rockets (scooters), and aliens. The kids really dig it up. I like them to use their imaginations and they love it too. So the balls we used were soft yarn balls. They are harmless and that's why I use them, because 6 and 5 year olds dodging skills are about as fast as a snail's pace.
Like I said, kids say and act in ways you can never believe. That is why my job never gets boring, not at all. Sweet little Daley gets a ball right in her chest. She should really work on those dodging skills (just kidding). I felt really sad that she got one right to her chest. I don't like it at all when my students get hurt in PE. First of all, I don't like the fact that they are sad and unhappy, and second of all, I really don't like dealing with hurt kids right in the middle of a game. But, ofcourse I have to tend to the injured. I took Daley by the hand and asked her what was wrong, even though I already knew. She informed me of the ball that nailed her in the chest. Her eyes welled with tears, and she gasped for air. She was upset and rightfully so. I told her to sit down on the steps and wait until the pain went away.
After class was over it was time to line up to go to library, and I look over and see two girls standing next to Daley. Daley was limping, and looked like she was in agony. Her two friends were holding her up and told me "teacher, teacher, Daley is hurt she needs an ice pack right away." I honestly had to hold my belly laugh in and explain to the girls and Daley, that yarn ball hits to the chest don't require ice packs. Now that is a sentence I never thought I would say in my lifetime.
Note to PE teachers everywhere. Being hit by a yarn ball is equivalent to a 90 mph fastball. (if you are a first grader) :)
So I thought I would just type down some of the good, bad, ugly, and funniest moments that I experience while being a PE teacher.
Today was a good day in PE. Sometimes I have really rough days that I wonder if I'll get through them alive. But today my energy was really high even though I did a 5 AM intense leg workout. Maybe that's the secret! Nah, I doubt that. I think it is because this week is the best week in my month (the ladies know what I am talking about). As a women you only get that one week where your body feels just great, and your skin is clear and glowing. Anyways, that is beside the point.
This morning I had 5th grade, we played soccer outside and it was pretty normal, no crazy things happened. Even Erin decided she would give it a try. She is that cute girl in school, that has an excuse not to participate in PE every week. Today she told me that she wasn't going to play. I asked her why and she said plain and simple, "because I don't want to." I wanted to tell her, "Well, I don't want to wipe my kid's poo off the toilet seat, but I do it anyways because I'd rather sit on a john that's clean." "Sometimes, we have to do things we don't want to do even if we don't like them."
I actually told her, "why don't you give it one try and if you don't like it you can watch." She agreed to that, and by golly she played the entire time. Yay! So that is a win for me and a win for her, because she actually got her heart rate up.
Later on in the day I had first grade and kindergarten. We played this awesome game of battleship
where we work on throwing balls into a giant spaceship, and there are astronauts, rockets (scooters), and aliens. The kids really dig it up. I like them to use their imaginations and they love it too. So the balls we used were soft yarn balls. They are harmless and that's why I use them, because 6 and 5 year olds dodging skills are about as fast as a snail's pace.
Like I said, kids say and act in ways you can never believe. That is why my job never gets boring, not at all. Sweet little Daley gets a ball right in her chest. She should really work on those dodging skills (just kidding). I felt really sad that she got one right to her chest. I don't like it at all when my students get hurt in PE. First of all, I don't like the fact that they are sad and unhappy, and second of all, I really don't like dealing with hurt kids right in the middle of a game. But, ofcourse I have to tend to the injured. I took Daley by the hand and asked her what was wrong, even though I already knew. She informed me of the ball that nailed her in the chest. Her eyes welled with tears, and she gasped for air. She was upset and rightfully so. I told her to sit down on the steps and wait until the pain went away.
After class was over it was time to line up to go to library, and I look over and see two girls standing next to Daley. Daley was limping, and looked like she was in agony. Her two friends were holding her up and told me "teacher, teacher, Daley is hurt she needs an ice pack right away." I honestly had to hold my belly laugh in and explain to the girls and Daley, that yarn ball hits to the chest don't require ice packs. Now that is a sentence I never thought I would say in my lifetime.
Note to PE teachers everywhere. Being hit by a yarn ball is equivalent to a 90 mph fastball. (if you are a first grader) :)
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