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Imagine being trapped in a class full of children crazily playing instruments, engulfing you in an ocean of chaotic, aural botch. For me, it is literally hard to think in this .. it has become rather loud. Wow. Thats ok though... this is a reward that I have planned for them; something they have rewarded. There is a student deeply engaged in a rhythmic percussive episode at a drum across the room while another student is randomly beating the hell out of a cymbal... hmm too loud im gonna stop it for a second....
Ah I'm back. A bit quieter now. Wow. I let some draw on the board, that made it quieter.
A student just drew a picture of me on the board... the gotee he drew on my chin looks like I have a huge tongue. Funniest thing I've ever seen. Loud. Controlled obnoxious anarchist chaotic behavior.... it is controlled though because I can stop it at any time with my whistle. hmmmmm.... time for the mayhem to stop it now. End of class. Yay.