Surviving Preschool

“If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as a Michaelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, 

'Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.”  

-Martin Luther King Jr. 

Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for bearing with me through a full week of radio (blog) silence. This was my first week of work as a preschool teacher, which was both fun and completely exhausting. I hate starting new jobs; the position's responsibilities are still blurry and a lot of time is spent wondering what to do. When dealing with kids, especially two and three year olds, there's a lot of improvising so by Wednesday I didn't have a choice but to get comfy and start dishing out discipline. I have eight kids and a co-teacher. The kids are well behaved, considering their age, and we hold them to high standards, like using proper table manors at lunch. It's been so hot all week that a lot of time has been spent in the air conditioned classroom with overtired children who are having trouble sleeping in muggy weather at home. Brutal for everyone involved.

The best part of working is that I'm going to get a paycheck on Friday! I hate being broke. It's like being stuck in quicksand and you just try to hold perfectly still and not thrash because thrashing makes you sink faster. Unfortunately there have been many times in my life where I've had this feeling, but on the bright side I have realized that it passes. Eventually I get a paycheck or cut an expense and it all turns out alright.

So today I'm going to print out some ocean themed coloring book pages for the kids and try making home made play-dough. Enjoy your Sunday!