Blessing, or Death Sentence?

My prayers have been answered. I got an e-mail from an Assistant Principal asking if I wanted to come interview for a kinder position. I, of course, said absolutely. Nevermind that I told myself that I would never teach kindergarten, because I believe that it takes a special person to teach wee ones. But, desperate times call for desperate measures, and so I interviewed. It was a nice, relaxing interview with just the A.P. and it went excellent. I was ecstatic. Sure enough, the next day, I got a call that said they had chosen me and I just needed to go through the hiring process. I was so happy that someone actually wanted ME and that I had beat out other candidates. I was VERY happy about that.

During the interview, the AP had told me that it was a challenging class. She asked me how I would handle a "hard" class and I replied with my textbook answer: every child is different, and a specific behavior plan needs to be applied to each child.

I was slightly alarmed, but I figured, "They're 5 years old. How mean can they really be?"

I learned the answer in a few days: Very, very.....VERY mean.