Blunt Force Drama
Mar. 31st, 2009 02:40 pmI dunno, you guys, the preschool ain’t like it used to be. Damaged kids are one thing, but putting together a bunch of damaged kids who also happen to cause damage seems like a bad idea. Especially for the other kids, who shouldn’t have to go to school worrying that they will get decked before the grownups can lunge in. The policies on what to do with kids has shifted, and I feel ineffective except in the area of wiping most of the glue off the ceiling or whatever.
I want to teach ’em some tae kwon do blocks. I’d probably get fired as a volunteer. But come on—sure, teaching kids to use diplomacy is one thing, but if another kid’s idea of a good opening of negotiations is to shriek at the top of their lungs while kicking and hitting, you’re gonna want some way to deflect possible blunt force trauma to the gut or head. Otherwise I think the whole attempt to cure anxiety issues is probably not going to work out.
And today we had grownup drama there as well. BECAUSE WE SURE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH TO WORRY ABOUT WITH THE CHAIR-HURLING KIDS.
I may have to quit.
I’m off the hook there for Thursday, but this isn’t good news, as it’s an emergency visit to California to bid probable farewell to my last remaining grandparent, who is 91 and just had a heart attack. But more on that in a later post. I will say that, with the mess this has stirred up in Mom’s family—which is made up of 12 siblings—I may come back to the preschool with an entirely fresh perspective on things.
For now, I desperately need a nap.
I want to teach ’em some tae kwon do blocks. I’d probably get fired as a volunteer. But come on—sure, teaching kids to use diplomacy is one thing, but if another kid’s idea of a good opening of negotiations is to shriek at the top of their lungs while kicking and hitting, you’re gonna want some way to deflect possible blunt force trauma to the gut or head. Otherwise I think the whole attempt to cure anxiety issues is probably not going to work out.
And today we had grownup drama there as well. BECAUSE WE SURE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH TO WORRY ABOUT WITH THE CHAIR-HURLING KIDS.
I may have to quit.
I’m off the hook there for Thursday, but this isn’t good news, as it’s an emergency visit to California to bid probable farewell to my last remaining grandparent, who is 91 and just had a heart attack. But more on that in a later post. I will say that, with the mess this has stirred up in Mom’s family—which is made up of 12 siblings—I may come back to the preschool with an entirely fresh perspective on things.
For now, I desperately need a nap.