Journal entry from September 6th:
Today was... different. I went to drop my daughter off at school and when we arrived it was pandemonium! There was a blockage of parents and kids at the front door. Apparently everyone, all twenty-two students and parents all arrived to class AT THE SAME TIME this morning. Strange and unusual indeed. The poor teacher was rushing about trying to complete her morning ritual of going over the currently covered alphabet letters with each child but she just didn't have the time as the bell was about to ring and she had to begin class.
I slipped back into a corner near the cubbies and watched, trying to stay out of the way but still observing my kid as she navigated the gauntlet of adult legs and small children milling about. I wanted to be there until she was settled on the story time rug, just in case.
Just as quickly as it had occurred, all the parents dissipated and I was still in the corner, watching things when the teacher spied me and in a slightly desperate voice asked me, "Can you stay? Do you have anywhere to be right now?"
I told her that I was hers for as long as she needed me and she sighed with relief and put me to work. She sat me in a little red chair in front of the capitol letters A through I and gave me a list of student names. I was to call each student who did not already have a red check-mark next to their name and have each child recite the letters in front of us. Then she handed me a small stack of laminated cards with lower case letters that corresponded with the letters on the table. I was then instructed to hand these cards to the child and have them match the lower case letter with their upper case partner and once completed, go back through the list and listen to them recite again. When they were done, check off the name and call the next student.
I had trouble pronouncing many of the names and I was so embarrassed, but the children were forgiving and enjoyed teaching me how to say their names properly. In turn, I showed them how to sound out their letters. My daughter and a handful of other children flew through their turns but some of the students needed much more time. Some were great at the matching but very bad at the pronunciation. Others sang through their alphabet like little song birds but couldn't match a single lower case to upper to save their lives. One boy was having so much trouble I turned him to face me so he could watch my mouth as I sounded out the letters. It helped. With lots of encouragement and patience, he managed to get through it all without having to skip anything, but it was a struggle.
I was nervous at first but then fell easily into the same routine I had with my daughter at home and found that teaching kids other than my own wasn't much more difficult. I don't know why I was scared.
When I had managed to get through the whole list I think the teacher expected me to bolt, but I asked her if there was anything else she wanted. Her hand fluttered up to her heart and she rushed over to drop a stack of dittos and a pair of scissors in front of me. She showed me an example of what she wanted cut and I dutifully clipped away at the entire stack.
When that was completed she had a few other tasks for me to do, mostly filing paperwork and stapling a sheaf of papers into little booklets. When it was all said and done I had worked nearly the whole morning away and felt like I had done something good.
My daughter was already outside for her first break and there was nothing left for me to do so the teacher thanked me for my time and informed me that to become an official classroom volunteer I need to go to the district office to fill out some paperwork, make an appointment to get myself fingerprinted and go to a clinic to have a free tuberculosis test done. I was a bit taken aback. Noticing my confused look she explained that things are a lot different now then they used to be, and that for the children's protection they have to run background checks on all volunteers and make sure they aren't infected with TB. She told me that today was sort of an exception due to extenuating circumstances, the two being her aid didn't show up this morning and everyone else did.
I left a message with the county office that takes fingerprints and have an appointment to get my TB test so that I can officially become official. This will be my second fingerprinting ever. The first time was when I signed the paperwork to buy a house. I thought only criminals were fingerprinted up until that point so I was shocked when they came out with a huge ledger and a pad of invisible ink to put my thumb on. Learning something new every day.