That about sums up 2.5 hours of hell. I would have preferred being assaulted by legions of the dead and ghastly to Chinese children pumped on candy and excitement overload. Fucking hell, I just can't censor how happy I am tonight is over with. It was complete Chaos. Chaos Manifest, I think was how I described it as to Angie.
By the second 20-minute set of kids, I was drenched in sweat. My poor TB 5B helpers (two girls who volunteered to help me) got flashed as I tore off my sweater from under my volumous black robes that was my costume. I just didn't care - it was the most indifferent I've felt as a teacher yet.
I screamed and yelled myself hoarse by the 4th barrage. They just kept coming in waves and I wanted to cry, or pummel them. The only satisfaction I got was causing a stampede towards the door with one group (5th wave, I think) because I stood perfectly still in the middle of a candle-lit classroom with a freaky mask then ran right at them, yelling. There was a pile-up of chil'luns in both corners, 3 and 4 deep, respectively, and lots of crying and fear. It sustained me for their session and the final group. Yes, I'm a bastard, but believe me... you'd have run screaming had you seen and experienced this fiasco. ... and had to endure it for 6 x20 minutes... on your day off. Can't wait for Christmas...
God, I hate Halloween right now. I wish I could say I was kidding, but I hate it. I can't wait to celebrate a decent Halloween back in Ottawa next year, sans 140 Chinese children wired on sugar and excitement.
Time to sleep off these two beers that, due to dehydration, have me semi-drunk. Today sucked, but it was good in that feeling it over is something of a euphoric relief.