missteacher

You know as I told you last time how tired I was... Well I headed to school last Monday feeling quite ok until THE event.
I had a small group of boys, aged 14, all beginners of English. I like them, I like teaching them. And I think one of them likes it too much. He's one of the best. Sitting in the first row. He was wearing tracksuit trousers on that day. Towards the end of the class, he started scratching himself... well... between his legs. At least I THOUGHT he was scratching. I would HAVE PREFERRED that option. But he kept on. And he was having that weird look on the face, looking straight at me. Then I realized. I realized he was doing something else...
I kept teaching, as if I had not seen anything. The others pretended not to see I guess and I tried not to look at him. It lasted some minutes until he stopped. Those were the most hallucinating minutes of my (young) career.

When the class ended, I didn't feel I was able to talk to him. I was so upset. As it was my last class of the day, I went diectly to see the CPE (kind of referent teacher for discipline problems). I told him everything, I started to cry... I was so shocked. He brough me directly to the headmaster but as there were no obvious gestures, they decided not to talk to him (plus, he is an excellent pupil so...).
I went back home very upset. During the night, I started having nausea and feeling sick. I threw up at 4 am (God bless my boyfriend keeping my head up during that *lovely* time).
I couldn't get up to go to work. Saw the doctor. Gave me stuff for headaches and sleeping problems, which I have had for two weeks now.

Now is Saturday and I feel ill. The week went fine in the end but the week-ends are awful. I keep sleeping and feeling ill...

Still four weeks to go before the holidays. And I guess all the week-ends are going to be like this one.

*big big big sigh*.