A French Teacher's Memories: First Day at School

Despite my diplomas that allowed me to teach inreport the fact, when TocTocToc, somebody
state secondary schools, and my requests, I hadknocked at the door.- "Come in!"
been appointed to teach to a sixth-grade class. AtA little girl came in.- "Excuse-me, Madame, I was
least, I almost worked in my backyard.lost."
The morning classes went smoothly. I knew thatBefore I could reprimand those who laughed, she
my pupils were experiencing many new situations.began to vomit.
In primary school, they were all day long in theI pointed a girl out: "Go to the infirmary with her."
same classroom with the same teacher, who-"Where is it, Madame?" she asked.I did not
knew them by their first name. During their firstknow. I had no time to reflect, the second girl
sixth-grade day, they met a different teacher atvomited, then a boy, then I could count no
each hour, each time in another classroom thatlonger.I thought of a food poisoning and sent two
was to be found among hundreds. They werepupils who looked in good health to warn the chief
mainly concerned by finding and reaching the rightsupervisor "or any grown up you find". Yes, I was
room on time. Any of them would have beenlosing my head at full speed!At last, the cavalry
happy to recognize and to sit beside the girl orcame to the rescue: firemen (in France, they dealt
the boy they did not want to be seen with lastwith any emergency issue, not only fire),
year, when the world was not that large.Theambulances, the medical staff and the cleaning
afternoon classes began at two o'clock. (As muchteam.As the pupils in the other classrooms were
as possible, lunch time is scheduled on regularnot affected, it could not be because of a food
bases for the youngest.) I unlocked the classroompoisoning and No!, I am not noxious! The first girl
and let the children enter. I counted them as theyvomitted because of her fear of being lost, late
passed in front of me. One was missing. Iand alone. The others let themselves be led by
checked in the attendance notebook: no pupil washer because they felt the same fear of being lost,
reported absent. I had no idea about what I waslate and alone.To yawn is infectious also. I would
supposed to do and began to wonder how tohave prefered she yawned.