French teacher of memories: the first day of school

Does anyone know how to go to school for the first time. Teachers experience this twice, and the second time is not less impressive.

Despite my diplomas that allowed me to teach in secondary schools and state my demands, I was asked to teach a class of sixth grade. At least, I almost worked in my yard. The morning classes went smoothly. I knew that my students have met many new situations. In primary school, were all day in the same classroom with the teacher, who knew them by name. During their first day of sixth grade, have met a different teacher every hour, each time in another class that was among hundreds. They were mainly concerned to find and reach the room just in time. One of them would be happy to recognize and sit by the girl or the boy who would not be seen with last year, when the world was not large.

The afternoon classes began at 02:00. (Whenever possible, lunch is provided on a regular basis for children.) I unlocked the classroom and allow children to enter. I counted them as they passed in front of me. One was missing. I checked the book of presence: no pupil was reported missing. I had no idea what I should do and began to wonder how to report the fact, when TocTocToc, someone knocked at the door.

- "Next!"
A little girl came

- "Excuse-me, ma'am, I was lost."
Before I could reprimand those who laughed and began to vomit.

I had a girl: "Go to the infirmary with her."
- "Where is he, ma'am?" he asked.

I did not. I have not had time to reflect, the second girl had vomited, then a boy, so I could count more.

I thought of a food poisoning and sent two students who appeared in good health to inform the head supervisor "or any grown to find." Yes, I was losing my mind at full speed!

Eventually, the cavalry came to the rescue: fire (in France, have dealt with all matters of emergency, not only fire), ambulances, medical personnel and cleanup crew.

As students of other classes were not affected, it could be because of food poisoning and no!, Do no harm! The first girl vomitted because of his fear of loss, delay and only. The others are led by her, because they felt the same fear of getting lost, late and alone.

To yawn is contagious too. I would have preferred yawned.