My students are going to crack me.
I know it, I’m going to lose it, end up wandering around the streets of Suli talking to imaginary teachers about how Jad’s voice doesn’t operate on a volume below “scream” and how Aryeen doesn’t seem to grasp the concept that a chair is for sitting and instead wanders around the back of the classroom whacking random boys on the backs of their heads. Havyar and Meer are in the back of the classroom wrestling, Yara won’t sit but just follows me silently around the classroom, staring at me. Darin steals everyone else’s clay. Raneem cries all day, so loudly that the students can’t hear me. But no matter, they don’t understand English anyway, and my TA refuses to translate and is probably getting fired tomorrow for doing such a poor job.
I just f***ing love it here.