I work in a museum, and part of my job is to lead school tours. It’s “That Time of Year” again-- field-trip season, and my boss got a grant which allows all of the third-graders in the county to come to the museum. We generally get them in batches of 100, splitting them up as evenly as we can between three guides.
Most groups are great. The kids are curious and excited. I get floods of questions and get to teach them a lot about the past. I have fun with these groups.
And then there are the groups who seem to have been given massive injections of stimulants before they came through the door.
Yesterday was one such group. The kids were wild-- yelling, laughing, and talking in their Outdoor Voices, scattering every which way as something caught their attention. I became a border collie, not a tour guide, chasing them back into the herd and barking out requests for them to please be quiet-- other visitors were in the museum. Teacher was busy with a cell-phone conversation, or series of them, which began the moment she stepped through the door and continued until they climbed onto the bus to leave. Her aid stood there watching the chaos with bovine placidity. While I was trying to answer the questions of the kids who were interested, I’d have to cut off in mid-sentence and chase after a kid who was wandering away. My voice was hoarse by the end of the afternoon from my “Excuse me! Everyone, please! Be quiet! Indoor voices!”
I have no children of my own. My experience with kids amounts to the tours that I give and occasional baby-sitting for relatives. Even when I was a child myself, I didn’t spend much time with other kids, prefering the company of adults. Add to this that I’m very young-looking. I have no “Mom Authority” which helps the other guides keep their kids in line.
What to do? (My boss vetoed my suggestion of cattle prods.) How do you regain control of a mass of excited eight-year-olds?

