Good afternoon 8H.
20 minutes of this!
Take your coats off please.
Can you remain seated please.
Can you STOP trying to hang yourself with the blind chord please.
Why? Because you'll kill yourself.
Look, come back into the classroom, now!!!
Can you take your coats off please (I asked them do this 12 times).
Will you STOP playing with the black writing tablet!
Take your dirty feet off that chair.
I've told you about these chairs - they're expensive. Look, if you break that chair, you will pay for it, or, rather your mother or father will. Okay, your guardian then. Your guardian will be sent a bill to pay for any damage you do to that chair.
Where are you going? No, no, no! You are not going to the toilet, you've just had break.
Can you STOP wandering around the room, please remain seated. The lesson has started.
That is not appropriate language Christopher. I know that your mother would be very upset with you if she heard you speaking like that.
That's disgusting, put it away!
20 minutes later - we have order, they're quiet. I can start teaching now. Fine beads of sweat have started running down my face, my chest feels tight and my head aches. My glasses are sliding down my nose - feels like they're going to fall off the end. The girls are laughing at the physical wreck that I have become. I don't blame them I am a mess.
Okay, now that I have got your attention, all eyes on the whiteboard.
Then some little bastard opens the door and throws an A3 sized paper plane into the middle of the room. Chaos erupts .... they all get up out of their seats run to the door, open it, and run out, down the corridor, all trying to find the little person who threw it.
15 minutes later with the help of two other members of staff we manage to get them all back in.
I start my lesson.
I am already looking for another boj.