I’ve decided that I don’t like working full-time. Not that this is shocking news at all, but honestly, these early mornings suck. It has been more than 15 years since I commuted on a train and that bites too.
Let me paint a picture for you…yesterday morning smelly breath guy sits across from me on the train and I nearly fall over from the stench. After screaming at 12-eight year olds, I arrived home 12 hours later to find that Coco has hacked up a giant hairball on the carpet. And while I’m on the subject, why in the world is it called a ball anyway? It always looks like a turd or a wiener, am I right? Maybe the term hair wiener was too much of a stretch for us to accept and therefore ball sounded, umm, more pleasant?
For the past few years I have been assigned more teaching jobs within the Italian Public school system. Let me tell you, this has been a real eye-opener for me. First of all, if I ever had any nuggets myself, I would ship them back to Canada for schooling. Or, perhaps, I am delusional and all Public schools are crap and my shining image from 40 years ago no longer exists back home either?
Here’s my list of experiences in the past two weeks.
1) photocopier runs out of ink…we must wait until the next day to make copies for forty plus students. Really?
2) photocopy paper runs out…again, some mysterious cupboard on the other side of the country stocks this stuff and we must wait for several hours to complete our tasks.
3) photocopier decides it no long likes us and just stops accepting our PIN code. (This is a mystery still unresolved).
4) the playground/garden has no flowers and barely any grass. The cement posts have graffiti on them and there is litter all over the grounds 😦 (this one is a real sore spot for me, Canada is so clean. And, how are these kids going to learn about respect for the environment if their own school is like this?) I’m an English teacher doing a two-week camp. Should I stretch my duties further and hand out plastic bags for a lesson on recycling and waste too?
5) kids have no manners anymore. They have no concept of forming a civil line, they take whatever they want that is within their reach, even if it doesn’t belong to them, they talk over each other, butt in line (if you manage to get them in one) and throw food in the cafeteria. I could go on, but you get the idea.
Sadly, I have met a few of the parents and I can hardly blame the kids. They learn this behaviour from them. There seems to be a continuous theme of “he cheated” “this isn’t fair” “why can’t we play longer” “I don’t want to play anymore because I’m losing”. Sheesh! Then they have the nerve to ask me to play music videos for them on my iPad. Of course, I explain that if they were better behaved perhaps I would.
I will take Coco’s barf balls any day of the week over these whining, spoiled brats. Two more days and I’m outta here!
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