Lunch over pain, blood and pretty much anything

Kinder duty never pans out to what you hope it to be, there’s always a kid who runs too fast and falls face first or a kid crying because someone called him/her stupid (without knowing what the word means). Today Boy was explaining to me his sorrows of being clipped down to yellow; all he was trying to do was sound out his phonograms even though it wasn’t his turn.

[In each class there is a chart where clothespins, with the children’s names, are located at different areas detailing how the child behaved that day: pink (5)= star student, blue (4)= good job, green (3)= neutral is good, yellow (2)= warning/watch it, red (1)= parent contact]

Any who… as Boy was explaining in detail as to why he was clipped down, be it that I only understood about 50% of what he was saying, I could see the anguish he was going through. I tried to be as cheerful as possible, reminding him that it was almost lunch and then everything would get better. That if he behaved the rest of the day, his teacher was sure to clip him up. As he whisked away to play with the wind or something, I turned around because I’m technically on patrol, watching out for any wrong doing on the playground. As soon as I turn around Boy had fallen straight down to the sidewalk. Before I was able to get to him ten+ kids had surrounded him, who all simultaneously had the urge to tell me that he had fallen as if I wasn’t able to see it with my own eyes. I get to Boy and of course the floor was too mean to him and he was crying (really cute cry btw). I tried to help him up except that I was unable to; in that case I had to talk through step by step through those painful tears in order to get him upright. This was all the commotion at recess today; after I was able to get him walking I told him that we needed to go to the nurse in order to get his elbow cleaned up from the dirt and blood. Except he didn’t want to go, he thought it would take time away from his lunch. I never thought I’d have to convince a 5 year old that we would have enough time to get a band aide and time to eat. Once arriving to the nurse’s office he exclaimed that this was his WORST day ever, it was as well his ninety-nine second time there. He had fallen earlier and already had a band aide on his shin; he clearly felt that the second band aide would prevent him from fully enjoying his lunch. Worst day ever (for him). As we finally walked hand and hand to the cafeteria he couldn’t believe that today out of all days was the worst day, as well he kept asking if everyone was already at lunch and if he could get extra time, if we could walk faster to the cafeteria (the best one). It was hard to reassure him through his lunch anxiety that he would have plenty of time to eat. We were the first ones in the cafeteria, once he walked inside he didn’t even turn back to say goodbye.

Also a 2^nd grade Boy said he liked my huge glasses, I’m not sure if he was being sarcastic or serious. I need more time in order to dissect the 2^nd grade mentality/humor/weirdness.