I feel like the worst teacher in the world.
This is probably top of my charts on bad teaching moments. It’s up there with the time I stood on a chair and yelled at my class. It’s up there with the time I accidentally sent home the wrong end-of-the-year testing results to my class. It’s up there with… eh. It’s high.
We decided this morning to pull an April Fool’s Day joke on our students. We each switched classrooms after lunch, and pretended that we had been placed in that class as the teacher for the rest of the year. We talked about what would be different: no art, no P.E., no recess, lots of math, etc. Then we left, had a laugh in the hallway, and returned to our own classes.
My poor babies. I feel like the biggest meanie in the world! They had NO idea it was April Fool’s Day. They had no idea what April Fool’s Day is. They couldn’t understand why we say such a mean broma. I tried to smooth it over by teaching them jokes like, “Your shoelace is untied.” “There’s something on your shirt.” “Mom, I have detention.” That helped.
But I still feel horrible. I think I may need to bake some cupcakes tomorrow.
April Fool’s Day is no joke, people. Not in Mexico.