A blast with Year 2!

Aight, so me knows I was supposed to write every day, but since I got myself the new Splinter Cell I thought to leave it for the end of the week for a longer sum-up! So here it goes:


This week, was probably one of the most educational weeks of my life embarrassingly enough... We've done all sorts of reading, some better than others, which resulted me having to sit there for 45 min. while trying to make him / her figure out how to put the letters in order so "Knife" won't be pronounced KNIFE in Norwegian pronounciation. I realize that being a teacher is damn hard work, as well I know realized I shall never become one! Maths, oooh yes the maths how fun was that, 'eh? Suddenly Mrs. Solbakken (class teacher) announced that maths was next. I just felt my heart beating so hard! "What if I can't do the maths, what if, what if" me thought. Of course they were only doing adding and subtracting, but it was tricky to teach as I was not able to teach... Ironically enough I looked at myself as a good teacher before this week, but it turned out alright when I realized three days later there was a teachers guide in the back of the books... Mrs. Agersborg came by to have Norwegian with us as well! For those whom do not know her, she was my Norwegian teacher many years ago, time has slipped by too fast. Mrs. Agersborg was still the same good old her, fun, angry, moody, kind and the top of the cake, gave no homework through the weekends. Mr. Sunde is also back in shape. Being a teacher as you might know gives some badass authority. It felt nice to finally get my turn to sit on the comfortable bench while the rest during the assembly had to squeeze in tiny spaces on horrible, back killing, blue plastic pillows. Aaah, yes I had recess duty too. I didn't know people could cry, argue, hit, bite and take each others hats that much in a week. Poor kids got some nasty knocks, and I totally kicked the year two's rear end in football(proud)!!! It felt good to get to wear the cool orange reflexes, go out to the field and chat with my comrades, and occasionally fool around with the little ones. Mats and all the rest of year eight which are coming to us next year, were also there, blasting my students' faces off with the ball. I got to take the ball from him and put it inside, while they had to play with stones on the ground, hahahahah, while I sat and drank my Fanta. Isn't life fair!



Now the children were the most awesome kids at that age I had ever met except for my class at that age. The little ones as I hoped and expected of myself really did like me. And for some reason they kept pulling down my pants...
Very cuddly the lot of them! I'd come in the morning and some of them would start to whisper something odd and then they all went: "Good morning Mr. Bazyar!!". I had to stay "professional" that week, so I had to become Mr. Bazyar, while I preferred Mr. B. Some of them were faking undone work to have me sit next to them and help 'em out, touching indeed. Anyone know the name "Brattbakk"? Well I know his daughter, that's right! Was fortunate enough to meet the lot of those fokes. Not that I look differently at my ex-students. They had a kiss game too, me of course was too shyyy, so I kept out of that one. Poor lads they never knew what hit them. I am probably in a teaching career being the funny teacher, silly and not. Had to jump ropes, but their hands and lengths are so little I had to get down on all four and jump rope like in the movies! Not easy I can tell yeh. I certainly heard, "My dog ate it" a few times! Hihi, I tipsed them to better ones such as; "I couldn't do it because of my dentist appointment". Or such. Heh, in the end I got in troubble. I had **ckloads of fun with them and I hope that they agree with me.

To sum it up working as a teacher has it's ups and downs. I'm sitting here listening to the still annoying "Memory" and "Butterlfies" along with the ever so painful "Pokerface" while admitting I'm gonna miss the students and Birralee. You get involved as a teacher there is a certain connection to some or all, which ye can't explain. Since they were so good to me that's probably why in my case, so there's the answer to all you teachers whom totally disagree with me! A killer week, and I'm sure all you guys have had too? Because you forgot to tell us properly... I really don't want to stop writing because it brings back the good memories, but I guess I have to so you guys can go enjoy your memories.
As for me, thank you Birralee for the wonderful two workweeks I've had, thank you the ones that could be arsed to read this, and thank you Year 2 for making my days enjoyable. Me is off to see Hercule Poirot now, have a jolly work experience in life!


- Mr. Bazyar

P.S. If you see a spelling mistake, know I'm yet not a teacher and I still have a long way to go. In your face Marie and Kathrine!!!!-----> <3<3<3