staying together for the kids.
whatever you do, don't believe the children from Barney. kids like that DON'T EXIST.
anyway people better start listening to me now and then when I say children are just devilish ingrates. I'm sorry, they're not who you think they are, and it's true when your mum says they can smell fear. after you've let them know you're afraid, it's goodbye sanity and hello to all the giggling, screeching and saying 'dowaan. dowaan.' in the most fuckingly annoying manner.
apart from that, they're actually little angels.
so how do I know this? I just spent my morning and afternoon attending camp with about 350 14 year olds. all hyped up on adolescence and suger, which is the worst possible combination may I add. my partner and I were initially smug about getting the supposedly best class, but hey here's another tip it doesn't matter how smart they are- these little ingrates are the most
creative at driving us onto the brink of insanity and beyond. I theorise that the smarter they are, the better they get at coming up with ideas to torment me.
what I found most amusing was that they found me more intimidating than my partner (Law undegrad, was in army, tall and nicely-built.) I don't get it. I mean, I've played this scene a million times in my head and I was intending on coming across as approachable and nice. oh but what a terror I was. I think it's the environment; you just can't be not mean in a school like that. I demanded attention, and they reluctantly gave it to me. usually it's the girls who were nicer, which was kinna weird cos I thought boys like sucking up to older people since it's supposed to make them feel manly.
one best thing I've learnt today though? is that teaching can be the most rewarding job you'll ever take on, and I felt that because it was good to know they understood what I was saying, even if it meant seeing just a nod or two. that feeling of being able to reach out to all those little people, even as ingrates, surprisingly meant alot to me. I'm usually something of an ogre you see, but even ogres have a soft spot for some things. I guess mine exist in the form of a bunch of tweenies whom I can somehow love and hate at the same time.
so yes be grateful you're not working if you aren't, and if you've found a job, thank all your Gods you don't have one like mine. in my defence the kids I'm in charge of are starting to grow on me, so screw you my job's the best!