Some of my students were mellow, some classes were shy, but not this one. This squealing dervish of 30 kids was so out of control that they had gone through 6 teachers in 3 months. When they met me, they met their match.
I used their manic, fever pitched energy that had drove teachers running for the door and turned it on them, making them hokey pokey, Old McDonald and duck, duck, goose and dance to Kanye West until they were out of breath.
Then I held a package of double stuff Oreos aloft and shoved my faced with three in quick succession, groaning with epicurean delight. You could hear a pin drop.
“I will eat this whole bag of Oreos, I swear to god.”
I scarf another cookie, their eyes follow my hand from the bag to my mouth like obedient terriers, I had them in my thrall.
Once you know the rules, teaching crazed children is easy.