So do you remember that pollyanna crap I was dishing out in my last post about having a positive attitude, blah, blah, blah? Well clearly I must have been smoking some serious dope that day…
I’ve been back two weeks, yep, that’s exactly how long it took to break me. I think the title of my book is going to be “Italy’s not for Sissies!”
I will not go into details here, but did you know that 50% of divorces here are caused by intruding in-laws? Just sayin’. And no, I’m not getting a divorce, I love my husband dearly, especially when we are both 10,000 miles away from Italy.
Anyway, yesterday was also my official start date to go back to work and it was a disaster. It was a new school for me, so the first lesson was a trial-run for the kids to decide if they wanted to sign up.
I had no idea how many kids or how old they would be so I spent an hour prepping games and activities for a wide range of abilities. When I arrived, I saw an unruly group of 23 kids in a too small room with not enough desks or chairs for all of them.
I started off the class and soon discovered that the ages varied between 6 and 9. For children, this is a big gap and their levels and behaviour indicated as much. It-was-the-L-O-N-G-E-S-T hour of my life. The younger ones were sitting on top of each other and the older ones were throwing things across the room and spitting at each other…seriously!
They destroyed my portable whiteboard and hid my backpack under some shelves and it took me five minutes to find it amongst all the debris on the floor after half the class left. Then it got worse…
I went out into the parking lot to leave and the parents had double parked and blocked me in with their cars! ARGGGGGH! I had no more than 1.5 feet to maneuver my manual steering Panda six times, very carefully, so as not to knock down the scooter in front of me, which was the only one legally parked.
Since Saturday, after I got duped into an unplanned and unpleasant chat with Mama, I’ve been in survival mode. Let me just say that if I’m still here in September 2015 and nothing has changed, and I’m still winching and moaning about my life here you have my full permission to kick my ass all the way back to Canada. 🙂
And for all you happy-go-lucky italophiles…what the hell are you smoking please?