Today I realized that Ms. Verda and I have no set discipline plan.
We elicited classroom rules from the students on Monday. They did a great job of telling us to be nice, to be respectful and responsible and to be clean, etc. But we never discussed consequences for breaking those rules.
How, after teaching for 6 years did I manage to start the school year with no set discipline plan?
Could it have anything to do with the fact that I'm living in a country where I can't even properly order a pizza?
Only today did I notice that no consequence plan was in place when, while serving lunch duty, one of my students threw a piece of bread across the table and onto the floor.
And I'm not over-exaggerating when I say that was, and has remained, the first and only discipline problem I've had in two full days of school.
No lying, stealing, cheating, hitting, cursing, running, talking, etc...the kids are good kids and so happy and nice to each other, the teachers, the staff, and the school property.
The school comes with other challenges of course, but it's nice that they're different challenges than the ones I'm used to.
Right now my feet feel like they have been walking for 3 days across a rocky cliffside in stiletto heels.
It's only 8pm but I think I am going to bed whilst Chris forges a battle with the four (yes four) laptops scattering our living room.
He'll be happy to tell you about his first few days of school after he is victorious with all these portable computing devices.
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