The seventh-year geographies were fine. But ninth-grade English was a complete disaster. I wanted to run out of class and not be a Miss Assistant, so I ran away. Even though I had had a few hours of listening with them before, they didn't even notice that I had come to class. Forcing them to do something was a superhuman task. Fortunately, it was not a classic lesson, but just a rehearsal lesson that wasn't even under my direction, where I was more of a supervisor.
Even though I had had a few hours of listening with them before, they didn't even notice that I had come to class.