Ok. They are also about 150% adorable.
God, I'm so pregnant. I would never say that stuff six months ago.
Here's a rundown of what class was like:
- Warm up.
- Two kids forget where to stand in line.
- Three kids simultaneously have their belts fall off.
- Break, re-tie belts; they are falling off all over the place.
- Two kids and one mom stop me to say they are all sick/injured and can only do a few exercises today. I immediately forget who they are and for the rest of the hour, I keep asking them to kick pads or whatever and they politely raise their hands and tell me how sick/injured they are and then I feel dumb.
- Four more kids end up with belts around their ankles. It's like trying to tie on a piece of jello.
- We learn run-jump-front-kick or butterfly kick or whatever the kids are calling it these days. I discover that the kids have new and adorable names for about half the stuff we do.
- Self-defense. Because there are a million kids in this class, I have partner an older kid with a younger kid and have them review. I kneel in front of the smallest girl -- I swear she was about four years old and was wearing the sweetest pair of purple eye glasses ever, they may have been butterfly shaped -- and teach her two moves. I remind her to kihap. She hits me in the head a few times by accident. It's cute.
- Break. More belt retying. I wonder if I should get out the stapler.
- Dodgeball. The kids all wanted to play it.
- I say a silent prayer of thanks that the kids are good at lining up. Every time they got out of control or too loud, I could clap my hands and they would all dutifully drop whatever they were doing to line up.
- After class, I deal with several parents who have varying requests -- paying a bill, needing a new uniform, looking for the lost and found, wanting a mediator between a few boys who weren't getting along.
- My feet hurt for the rest of the day.