Kidz
9:46 PM
An interesting phenomenon. Daycare.
Phenomenal indeed. Working at a daycare. Like a monsoon season.
This post will serve one purpose only: to update you with my life. If I detract from that, shame on me.
I have officially started to work at a daycare since yesterday. Man it is exhausting. It is like working on clouds 9, except the clouds are made of kidz. One second, they are taking their snacks and the next, you are surrounded by a smackloads of them. I don't want to identify myself as a naughty teacher, but I would like to smack some of their unrelenting plums.
Phenomenal indeed. Working at a daycare. Like a monsoon season.
This post will serve one purpose only: to update you with my life. If I detract from that, shame on me.
I have officially started to work at a daycare since yesterday. Man it is exhausting. It is like working on clouds 9, except the clouds are made of kidz. One second, they are taking their snacks and the next, you are surrounded by a smackloads of them. I don't want to identify myself as a naughty teacher, but I would like to smack some of their unrelenting plums.
"Stop doing that" "Hey learn to share" "Wait for your turn" "Get in line if you want a piece of me" "Stop crying" "Stop doing whatever you are doing right now for the love of Jesus Christ" "Look whose name you just made me summon"
The other teachers have much sympathy towards me, the one and only passive Asian male therapist dominated by all the kidz in the class. They usually come to me rescue tho. Gratitude I feel.
The other teachers have much sympathy towards me, the one and only passive Asian male therapist dominated by all the kidz in the class. They usually come to me rescue tho. Gratitude I feel.
Oh hungry? Oh Henry! But seriously, don't ever feed your kidz the S word (sugah).
But I love em kidz. The only thing that restricts me from loving all of em is my autistic one. I have to be with him all the time. I love him but I also love the other kidz. Such a burden this stupid rule. But I am getting paid because of the stupid rule. Oh Lord.
Did I mention that it is exhausting working at a daycare? Yes I did, but I want to emphasize on this point again. I almost passed out today, from the constant sound of screaming and hysterical laughing and high-pitched wailing and...deafening screeching. But I love em kidz.
They put a smile on my face like it's nobody's business.
I was jamming with my kid today. I was on the tambourine while he was slashing on his guitar toy. It was a hella show. Man that guitar toy sure knows how to self-play. And my kid defz knows how to work dat thang. I love my kid. I think he's African American. He has that feel to him.
So I have a new supervisor and she is mucho responsible. The previous therapist for my kid is preggo thus the reason she left. But she is so organized. Order is found everywhere. The new program I am working with is painstakingly exhaustive. I have a lot of material to work with. Have to get used to a lot of new things. Learning curve. Hope I learn fast though. Don't want to dwell in mistakes. I wish sometimes I can be more intuitive in knowing how to deal with kidz. Like those perfect fathers who always know what to say to their kidz, Confucius-esque.
Eureka. Purchasing a box of fortune cookies!
Eureka. Purchasing a box of fortune cookies!
