Why I will never teach pre-school kids
AGAIN ......
At the creche where I work, there is a
little girl named Vicky. She is
so cute and sweet.
Yesterday, just before knocking off, I found her busy, trying to put
on her shoes.
I approached her, and offered to help
her. It was such a torrid
time. The boots seamed to be smaller
than her size. It took me 5 minutes to help her wear them. When we
were done, after making
a steps away from her, she called me
said "Teacher, you made me
wear banana". When I looked at her
shoes, to my embarrassment, I realised I had misplaced her shoes - the
banana style.
Upon trying to take off the shoes again, it
took me 3 minutes. After
struggling so much I eventually managed
to remove them and tried putting them on again, this time the
correct way. However, it was
more difficult than the first time.
When I finished, she said: "Teacher,
these shoes are not mine!"
I really got angry, but since I work with little kids, I had to be
patient and control my anger. I struggled
to remove the shoes. I
then asked Vicky where her own shoes
were and this is what she
said: "These shoes belong to my sister, my
mum is the one who made
me wear them in the morning today".
This time I boiled in anger. But since I
always do my job perfectly
and whole heartedly, I helped her to put on the shoes again. When
we were done, Vicky pulled another
shocker, yet again. "What
about the socks, teacher?" she asked.
I wondered whether I should laugh or cry.
Politely and swiftly I asked her, "Where are the socks Vicky?"
She innocently replied: "I shoved them in
my shoes, they are in
front of my toes"
I simply resigned!
