Fortunately, there were not the two biggest bastards of the class that day, so the children even decided to whisper to pay close attention to me. The problem was with the supervision, because the children like to come to me and talk to me. I felt like an evil cop - not a word, just gesturing. But apparently it somehow worked and I survived all day.
The problem was with the supervision, because the children like to come to me and talk to me.