Last teaching day in Saudi
Final day of teaching. The bully turned up early with her two Crabbe and Doyle sidekicks with their mirrors and make-up. They dumped their bags at their usual place at the back of the class and disappeared.
I had 2/3 of a class of nice girls and moved them all to one area, picking up the terrible trio's bags and dumping them in the empty part of the room.
We had a pleasant lesson with the girls working hard and amicably, realising it was our last ever class together.
The trio rocked up about 40 minutes late, put out to find their seats occupied. They sat down with their bags, isolated in the empty third of the room and there they stayed for the entire morning.
I carried on teaching and along with the rest of the class, ignored them completely. At one point they abandoned their mirrors and sat silently and sheepishly looking at their English Please Book 2 while the other girls laughed and enjoyed the lesson. I felt a bit sorry for them, deigned to turn round and ask one a question, then turned my attention back to those who deserved it.
After break we visited Sandra's class and walked round their exhibition of newly designed countries.
Then back to our classroom for a party.
The girls arranged a table in the centre with a beautiful cake, crisps and Arabic spicy Sumak dip. I was admiring the cake when they lit the golden decoration on the top. I didn't realise it was a firework and jumped as I nearly got my eyelashes singed.
The bully and cohorts didn't join in and sat isolated among empty desks.
The firework shot out a stream of golden sparks - straight up towards the smoke detector. I stared in dismay, waiting for the fire alarm to go off. However, although we get at least 5 false fire alarms in the course of every morning, the smoke detector fortunately failed to go off.
The girls laughed, told me their future plans and had a good time eating cake and Sumac and drinking Arabic coffee.
I got a beautiful necklace and a gorgeous bunch of ferns and roses from my two lovely girls Afrah and Muneerah. Afrah's father had donated the cake. Another of my sweet girls gave me a t.shirt. A handwritten card inside the roses read:-
"Teacher Cara - you are a beautiful addition to our lives."
I got lots of thanks, hugs and kisses.
The bully and her sidekicks got nothing
but ignored.
At the end of the day, Afrah, gracious as ever, shook hands with the remaining girls, including the three who still sat in their solitary, self-imposed isolation then floated away down the corridor. The bully and her cohorts couldn't help but look impressed.
I had 2/3 of a class of nice girls and moved them all to one area, picking up the terrible trio's bags and dumping them in the empty part of the room.
We had a pleasant lesson with the girls working hard and amicably, realising it was our last ever class together.
The trio rocked up about 40 minutes late, put out to find their seats occupied. They sat down with their bags, isolated in the empty third of the room and there they stayed for the entire morning.
I carried on teaching and along with the rest of the class, ignored them completely. At one point they abandoned their mirrors and sat silently and sheepishly looking at their English Please Book 2 while the other girls laughed and enjoyed the lesson. I felt a bit sorry for them, deigned to turn round and ask one a question, then turned my attention back to those who deserved it.
After break we visited Sandra's class and walked round their exhibition of newly designed countries.
Then back to our classroom for a party.
The girls arranged a table in the centre with a beautiful cake, crisps and Arabic spicy Sumak dip. I was admiring the cake when they lit the golden decoration on the top. I didn't realise it was a firework and jumped as I nearly got my eyelashes singed.
The bully and cohorts didn't join in and sat isolated among empty desks.
The firework shot out a stream of golden sparks - straight up towards the smoke detector. I stared in dismay, waiting for the fire alarm to go off. However, although we get at least 5 false fire alarms in the course of every morning, the smoke detector fortunately failed to go off.
The girls laughed, told me their future plans and had a good time eating cake and Sumac and drinking Arabic coffee.
I got a beautiful necklace and a gorgeous bunch of ferns and roses from my two lovely girls Afrah and Muneerah. Afrah's father had donated the cake. Another of my sweet girls gave me a t.shirt. A handwritten card inside the roses read:-
"Teacher Cara - you are a beautiful addition to our lives."
I got lots of thanks, hugs and kisses.
The bully and her sidekicks got nothing
but ignored.
At the end of the day, Afrah, gracious as ever, shook hands with the remaining girls, including the three who still sat in their solitary, self-imposed isolation then floated away down the corridor. The bully and her cohorts couldn't help but look impressed.
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