'T'a un rhume?' Yes, now leab me alone!!

Tuesday... Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday... Well!! (Before I begin, I should warn you that ths is just one massive vent about yesterday, so feel free to go back to whatever you were doing!)

Woke up with what felt of the flu. Perfect. Not a chance I was gonna miss another Tuesday of lessons, so I missioned on with life. By the time I got to the station, I thought I was gonna die! Not really, but you know when your limbs and everything from the chest upwards are causing you a lot of pain/don't work? I must have looked even more horrendous than the time I went straight to work at 8 after pulling an all-nighter for an essay, as several teachers yesterday informed me that there is an 'infermerie' and that I should 'go there if you need drugs' by an English teacher. Bless him!

Needless to say that I looked and felt shit throughout my first lesson. The boring one. I got snappy with some boys who managed to slip 'prick' and 'nigger' into their dialogue, which was already shit compared to the others. It was at this point that I took it upon myself to remind them that racism's not reeeeeally that funny (especially not when I'm ill) and managed to slip in a bitchy 'et votre anglais est pas assez bon pour utiliser ces grands mots, les garçons.' Harsh, but true. And it shut them up.

Joy of joys, I was then asked by my résponsable to cover this same class, but the whole class, as she had a meeting at another lycée. Luckily I had a few more lessons planned, and after having to take last Tuesday off I was more than happy to cover for her. And I was feeling a bit more perky after consuming 3 cups of lemon tea in an hour. So that lesson was fine, if a bit boring. I couldn't face lunch, so had some more lemon tea (I can feel myself growing worryingly dependent haha).

I was also forewarned that I might be needed to take the whole first year BTS class for 10-15 mins at the beginning of class in case my résponsable was late back from the meeting. The meeting ran over the full hour of the class.
'Désolée Lauryn! Ça s'est bien passé, le BTS?'
No.
I, all of the sudden, found myself stuck with a class of 26 BTS students (may I remind non-students that we're not supposed to be alone with more than 16/7 of any class) who are in their 20s but who, I now know, have a collective mental age of about 9. At a push. After half an hour, I realised that the teacher wasn't coming to take half the class. Shit. I had things I could have done with them, but nothing that these idiots could have even bothered to start in the last half hour. Oh, and did I mention how fucking ill I've felt since yesterday?! I'm pretty sure that, on a good day, I could have got in under control as I've done it before - I took that whole class in the first month I was here with no problem. So I know that I can do it, if absolutely essential. Just with warning from the beginning! But anyway, I was so physically and mentally drained by the afternoon that I decided that, if they couldn't be arsed to learn, then I couldn't be arsed to teach them. Fair exchange. I just didn't have the energy to even try and stop their crap. But when tables, chairs and shoes started to go awry, however, I moved 13 of the nicer ones to another room and gave them something to do. This is, like, one of the best lycées in the area, and these guys are in their 20s! They are not kids! And even if they were... Argh! I spent the remainder of the lesson running back and forth between the two rooms like a fucking nursery nurse to these people who are mainly OLDER than me, to make sure no one got hurt (literally).
So, did it go well, Lauryn?
Actually, no. No, it didn't.
However, I did recieve some fantastic support from the guy in charge of discipline and from my résponsable, afterwards. I got the impression that they were pretty much furious that this class have now started to play up with me as well. I know other teachers have problems with this particular class and I guess I was kind of their last chance. Fail, guys. Apparently fucking off the assistant was the final straw, so I identified them like criminals (lol) and am now resting peacefully in the knowledge that they unknowingly have an impending bollocking from the deputy head on its way over. And in two weeks (I've asked for certain pupils by name for next week as they never get to have a lesson with me as the school feel it is more productive to give me the shitty ones as they usually listen to/do their work in my classes and not with their actual teacher) when I take the shit ones, assuming I'm feeling much better by then, they will be getting a fucking bollocking from me, too. :)

Luckily I have a day off today, so am praying that I feel much better by school tomorrow. I have my favourite class in the morning woop! I think some of them are bringing in 'Inception' for me to watch in French (THEY'RE SO CUTE), so I have that class to look forward to! Then 2 more difficult ones then I'm going back to bed for the weekend. Being ill two weeks in a row has made everything seem so much more difficult! But next week is anudda week and at the end of it I'll be in Paris, hoping I don't get 'Taken' (don't watch that the week before you go to Paris. Cheers, Dej!) with loaads of people from my uni having a gooooood tiiiiiiime :):):):):)

If you actually just read all of that, I do apologise! I know some assistants who have it so much worse and all the time, and it's just a stupid cold lol so I feel bad for complaining about one not-so-good day... But fuck it, I still feel crap and had to let it out!

Lovelovelove x