Herding Cats
September 6th, 2009by Colleen McGrath
BERLIN, GERMANY
Trying to teach music to a room full of children under five years of age with no other adult in the room is a bit like herding cats. Most of the time it’s just not possible. I would guess in the forty-five minute period, the time we spend on actual music is less than fifteen minutes. “But how can that be?”, you cry. Let me clear it up for you.
Me: Okay, welcome back to music everyone. Find a place around the edge of the carpet. Let’s make a circle, can everyone find the edge of the carpet? Justin is that the edge of the carpet? Right, Tim come away from the windows, it’s time for music. See what Sarah’s doing? She’s in the right place. Thank you Sarah. Good. Make a circle please.
Okay everyone, let’s remember the rules for music class. Who can tell me one of the rules we follow here? Eric…
Anne: NO HITTING!
Me: Well, that’s a good rule in general, Anne but I called on Eric who was doing what?
Anne: …
Me: What was Eric doing everyone?
Class: …
Me: He was doing something with his hand, which is one of our rules. What was he doing?
Class: Raising his hand!
Me: That’s right! Good job! When you want to ask or answer a questions you raise your hand, you do not call out. If you call out to me will I call on you?
Class: Noooo!
Phillip: Raises his hand.
Me: Yes, Phillip, can you remember another rule?
Phillip: I’m going on a train tomorrow!
Me: Okay, very interesting. Now how about…
Phillip: And we’re staying in a hotel!
Me: Uh huh. Okay, now class…
Anne: I stayed in a hotel before!
Justin: I too stayed in a hotel before!
Sarah: I too! But, but, but we didn’t go on a train. We went in our car. And my mommy threw up.
Me: Okay, okay, thanks for sharing everyone. Let’s get back to music class. We were talking about rules. And what is the most important rule?
Sam: Raises his hand.
Me: Sam, good for you, raising your hand. What’s the most important rule?
Sam: …
Me: Sam, do you have an idea?
Sam: …
Me: Okay, that’s okay but try to have an idea of what you want to say BEFORE you put your hand in the air. Tim, sit down. I don’t want to have to tell you again. Where is your seat? Tim? Tim! Where is your seat. Good boy, now sit down. That was NOT an invitation to talk class! Emily, where are you going? Sit back down!
Emily: I have to pee.
Me: Oh, okay then. Go pee. Sigh. Where were we? Oh yes, rules. What is the most important rule for music? Alan, what’s the rule?
Alan: …
Me: Alan, you raised your hand, do you know or did you just want me to call on you?
Alan: …
Me: Sigh. Okay, class it has something to do with your ears. What do you do with your ears?
Class: LISTEN!
Me: VERY GOOD! Listen. That means when I am talking, nobody…
Emily: I can’t close my pants by myself.
Me: Okay come here. That means when I am talking, nobody else is talking. And if I call on Tim, what happens then?
Class: Listen to Tim.
Me: Very good! Okay, so that leaves only one more question. Are you ready to ROCK?
Class: YEAH!!!
Me: Okay, let’s rock! “We’re rocking and rocking and rocking and…” TIM!!! GET DOWN FROM THE DESK NOW! I will NOT tell you again. Final warning. Thank you. Okay and we’re “Rocking and rocking and rocking and rocking. Left and right, left and…”
Emily: Waaahhh!
Me: Emily, what’s wrong? What happened?
Emily: Aapahhle saaht mmmpf meee!
Me: I didn’t understand you, Emily. Can you try to calm down and use your words?
Emily: Aapahhle saaht mmmpf meee!!!!!
Me: Sigh. I still didn’t get that. Can you try one more time.
Sarah: She SAAAAIIIID, Alan hit her.
Me: Alan did you hit Emily?
Alan: …
Me: Alan! Did you hit Emily?
Alan: …
Me: Alan, please apologize to Emily right now.
Alan: Sorry Emily
Me: Class, do we hit other people? Ever???
Class: Noooooo!
Me: That’s right. Okay. Back to it. TIM! SIT DOWN! Okay, know what? I think we all need to move a little bit. How about a game of Freeze Dance!
Class: YEAH!!!
Robert: I don’t want tooo.
Me: Okay Robert, you don’t have to. Come sit over here with me.
Robert: Wahhh!
Me: Robert, why are you crying? I just said you don’t have to dance. Come here. What’s wrong?
Robert: Waaaaaaaahhhhhh!
Me: Sigh. Robert. Robert? Honey, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.
Robert: I don’t WANT tooooooo!!!
Me: Sigh. Mmm, hmm. Okay. SO, class. Here you go, let me see what you can do! TIM!!!!!! GET DOWN NOW!!!! Okay, that is it. You have had many chances today. You are done. Go sit on the wall.
Tim: …
Me: NOW, Tim!
Tim: …waaahhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Me: Oh for goodness sake. Why are you crying? Go sit on the wall right now. I SAID NOW MISTER!
Tim: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Another teacher walks into the room.
Teacher: “Everything okay?”
Get the picture?






















You’re lucky… You can actually talk to your students. Most of my kids don’t speak English, and many of them don’t speak their native language. Trying to communicate with them involves a team of teachers fueled with enough coffee to raise the dead…
Nice dialogue, though. Funny and believable… Especially when Robert was crying. Man, kids love to cry.
Oh yeah, and I’m stealing the ‘herding cats’ metaphor…
You are welcome to it, it’s not mine as far as I know.
Man, they do. And sometimes I have no idea why.
Yeah, trying to understand kids in a foreign language, particularly through tears, is not the easiest. Although this dialogue was in English, half of what was said by both me and the kids would have been in German. I teach in a bi-lingual pre-school. But Korean, man, you have your work cut out for you. How old are yours?
They’re about 2 yrs old - still in diapers. They poop their pants every fifteen minutes. Damn kimchi…
David - you seriously crack me up with all the kimchi. It’s actually worked its way into my daily conversation. And I live in the mountains of Colorado. Nope. No kimchee.
Hm. Weird how I spelled that 2 different ways. Kimchee/i: It’s so versatile.
Colleen,
This is SO perfect! You write EXACTLY what teaching is like.
So, so funny!
This is like old times for me.
Believe it or not, middle school is not a whole lot different.
Come to think of it, High School was an older version of it.
It can be pretty frustrating if you don’t have a really good sense of humor.
I’m glad you do!
Oh Irene, thank you so much. You were a teacher! I didn’t know that, somehow. I bet you were brilliant. What did you teach?
Humor. Yeah, it comes with time. Hehe…waaaahhhh!
Hi Colleen,
I THOUGHT I was going to teach English, meaning Shakespeare and Emily Dickenson and Charles Dickens, etc. I started at a High School in the late sixties in Harlem. It was heartbreaking. I actually had one kid who couldn’t write his name. I went back all summer and at night to get a second Masters in teaching reading. Once I reassessed my job responsibilities and prepared myself, things went much more smoothly.
You seriously need a sense of humor to carry you through teaching.
Oh wow, Irene. That’s amazing. New York was lucky to have you. And how wonderful you went back to get the special skills you needed to suit your students. We don’t pay teachers enough by half.
LMAO! Ed is too. Now just imagine your scenario with a group of mentally ill adults; similar content except with bigger people who might physically attack you. THAT was my life as a music therapist. My favorite moment was my group of dual diagnosis patients (mostly schizophrenics with drug and alcohol problems). One day they wanted to write a song about temptation.
Me: How do you handle temptation?
Patient #1: I talk to one of the aids or my therapist.
Me: Great! Anyone else? How do you deal with temptation?
Patient #2: Diane Ross made The Temptations.
Me: Sigh.
Patient #3: I like your breasts.
True story.
Hahaha! Oh Michelle, now I’m laughing my ass off. You poor woman! But you do have lovely breasts, I’m sure he just wanted you to be sure you knew. Hahaha, oh God!
And that, Colleen, is why I have always thought anyone under the age of 15 was more closely related to a gerbel than to the human race……you have the patience of a saint, and the ability to always make me laugh!!! Thank you, kiddo…………
Uncle Peter! Thank you for reading! I didn’t know you did. Makes me smile. And YOU make me laugh. Sometimes I wonder how you and my father made it through college at all. Can’t imagine you two getting much work done when you were together, what with all the pranks and jokes but it must have been fun. Anyway, don’t forget, you were once a gerbil too.
My hand is raised over here, but I’m still waiting for you to call on me.
Yes, Kimberly? What would you like to say?
I have to peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
(Oh, and Lenore hit me.)
Girls play nice and Kimberly, I’m not buttoning your pants for you. You’re a big girl now. Go pee.
Oh my god Colleen, I’m exhausted just reading!!!
This makes me feel bad for all those times I was rotten to my teacher(s) and thought it was funny. You have now given me an appreciation of how difficult teaching must be!
I hope those kids ease up and realise how lucky they are to have you!
You’re sweet, Zara. Thanks, but they’re just acting their age. This is what it is. It’s funny, actually, and believe it or not, I do enjoy it and them most of the time. Okay, not the yelling. And not the crying. But everything else!
Whereas I can now hold my head up high. I was actually a pretty good student. My brother, on the other hand… he discovered that a standard reed makes a pretty aerodynamic piece of classroom artillery…
I went to school with kids who for SURE were ADHD kids, although nobody back then knew what that was. They were just “active”. A guy used to sit in the back of the class and pretend to blow things up on his desk so the teacher’s lessons were always punctuated with POW and BBCHHHHH, things like that. Wonderful.
I’ve gotten SUCH a good laugh out of reading your post and all the comments. “I like your breasts.” Hahahahahah!!!!! Seriously -as someone who is in the process of getting my Masters in teaching right now, this makes me alternately so excited, and simultaneously scared shitless to go into the field once I’m done. But it makes for the BEST story telling! Thank you so much for sharing!!!!
You’re going to be brilliant, Angelica! Are you kidding? You’ll have those kids eating out of your hands. Just think, you’ll have your own stories to tell soon…
i’m afraid of those children.
but from what i understand, the ones you write about are pretty good, in that there were no fires set.
FIRES??? What pre-school did you go to?
OK. So, I’m teaching kindergartners French right now, which is also a lot like the herding of the felines. I had a good hearty laugh at your description. Spot on, sistah! What works for me is if we do a huge “get the wiggles out” exercise at the beginning. We march around in a huge circle yelling in French: Jump! March! Stop! Turn around! Play Basketball! Then jump into a crazy motion song like Head & Shoulders. They’re so confused by the time we sit around the carpet they don’t have a second to think! Haha! It’s my patented “teaching by confusion” method. Good luck with them - they sound adorable.
Do you know the song “Shake your Sillies Out” by The Wiggles? I use it all the time to get the wiggles out. It’s great! But I love your French class stuff. Good ideas! We play a lot of freeze dance too. Never gets old, like knock, knock jokes. Teaching by confusion. I love it!
One of my (Catholic) friends spent this year teaching 2 1/2 year olds at a Jewish-affiliated preschool. Around Passover, they were reviewing the four questions.
“Why do we eat matzoh on Passover?”
The two-year-old answer? “Because Backyardigans are cowboys!”
Hahaha! I love it.
Very belatedly commenting to say how funny I found this piece. You show talent as a playwright, methinks. I can just hear those kids, and you as well, you poor thing.
I was something of a Tim, I’m afraid. But I’m sure you could easily guess as much.
You? A Tim? I never would have guessed, (she said lying through her teeth.)
Thanks Duke! I appreciate the compliment very much.
Too funny!!! Literally. I am in a work meeting right now trying to keep a straight face. It is not easy!!!!
I no longer feel bad about teaching my logic classes in the past.
Anybody have any questions on the homework exercises?
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Everything was fine, then?
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Okay, then lets talk about modus ponens!!! If you have a question, just blink.