KABOOM!
So yesterday can only be catagorized as a craptapulous day.
In the Village, to control the students we work on a red sign/blue sign basis. When a child does something good, we give them a blue signature in their passports, and when something bad is done... a red sign. At the end of the week, both the student and the group with the most blue signs in their passports get a prize. Similarly, once a student receives 3 red signs, they are forced to miss out for an hour of night activities (aka detention).
So yesterday, I was walking around the room giving the students 2 blue signs and I picked up a kid named "Erin"'s passport. This girl already had 2 red signs so I said... "oh you need to be careful. One more red sign and you will get detention"... then I continued on my way.
A few minutes later... out of the corner of my eye I saw the girl giving the boy in front of her the finger. "Eh!" I shouted... in my French Canadian angry voice. The girl jumped and then I promptly advised her to take out her passport and gave her a red sign.
Because she had already had 2 red signs and this one would be her 3rd... I took down her name and told her that she would be having a detention... then she began to sobb... and sobb... and sobb. My heart was broken... but I knew that if I retracted the punishment... she would never learn... so broken hearted I let her cry.
Then...
later that afternoon I was chatting with a kid next to the oven in cooking class. When our conversation was done... I told the kid to return to his chair... when suddenly.... the oven blew up!!!! (Yes you read me right... the oven BLEW UP!)
I heard a loud bang... then a crack crack crack... then smoke... then I quickly went and unplugged the oven. The oven is an electric oven (industrial) and it had over heated and then all the heating lamps inside blew up!
I didnt even notice that I had been hit... until I went over to the stunned children and checked on their safety.
"Teacher... teacher... your arm is all red!''
I looked and I was quite burnt. During the explosion of the heating lamps... I had been standing next to the open air vents of the oven. Not only was I hit with glass from the oven.. but had managed to burn my hands and my upper arm.
It sounds a lot worse than it actually is. I had to go to the nurse and I have burn cream on my right hand and left arm... and I spent the night taking glass slivers out of my fingers... but considering the alternatives... I am fine. It doesn't even really hurt that much.
But OY! was it a bad day! When it rains... it pours in my world!
Oh well! Bound to have a few crappy days.
Anyhoo... thought I would share my story... I mean now I have a cool story to go along with some of the burn scars on my hands! :)
Cheers!







