Unfortunately, my second class, quite unusually, was pretty disruptive that d
I couldn't speak to them. I couldn't even look them in the eyes :( After gathering everything into my basket, I began rolling up the carpet that they sit on during the lesson. THAT, probably more than anything, showed some of them that something was up (rolling up the carpet and returning it to their classroom is typically the kid's responsibility). One of the girls even began to cry a little; I think she understood she had done something wrong. Unfortunately, all I could do was look at her and say, "What?" I wanted to explain to her that her actions had consequences, that if it were my choice we'd be laughing and drawing right now. But my Japanese is nowhere near that level, so all I could mutter (in English, no less) was, "What?".
My heart broke. But what could I do? There was a side of me that desperately wan
As I began walking down to the first floor (the 4 & 5 yr old classrooms are on the 2nd floor), I paused. I'd considered walking back up, assembling my Starfish together, and attempting to explaining to them that what they had done was wrong, but that we're cool now, so let's draw!! I wanted things to end on a good note. But I couldn't do it. I shouldn't do it. I had to stand my ground. My actions had consequences too.
On the way home, and for most of that evening, all I could think about was what I had done. I still believe it was the rig

You're right, Mom. It hurts like hell.