Diary of a Pre-School teacher…

Tuesday August 2nd.

Wake up at 6:00. Get up at 6:20. Make breakfast smoothie, drink coffee, shower and dress for work.

Drive to work.

Arrive at 7:10 and print off policies for all staff. Blah! (Should have been done 2 years ago but there’s no time like the present.)

Take down chairs. Put kettle on.

8:30 Open door and greet children and families.

9:00 New office chair is delivered. Open box and remove chair bits.

4 children climb in the box. One injured. Box is banned and put outside.

9:20 Write a notice for all the families reminding them not to park in the disabled carpark and not to swear at other families when they are blocked in while parked illegally in the disabled carpark.

9:30 Office supplies are delivered. Realise you ordered wrong size masking tape. Could care less.

9:40 Have an argument in broken English with a family about the fact that even though their son is 4 he has missed the cut off for attending preschool this year. Need to be 4 by 30th April. His birthday is 5th May.

They tell me they have an appointment. I tell them they don’t. They tell me to check my computer. I tell them that I’m the only one who knows how to use the computer and their are no appointments on it.

10:00 Reptile show arrives. I attempt not to faint or run away when the snakes come out. Then I hold a 4 metre Python called Tiny just to show the kids it’s okay. It wasn’t.

11:00 Try to get a small boy to eat his banana. He spits banana on me. I tried twice more then gave up.

11:10 Another boy wets his pants. He has a change of clothes in his bag but his shoes are sopping wet so we send him home.

12:00 A girl gets pushed off the top of the slide. Not down the slide but off the slide by her best friend. We send her home too.

12:15 We receive a call from the Education Department asking for our Quality Improvement Plan. I tell them it was submitted it but email it to them anyway. I then lose the email they sent me and my reply so maybe it didn’t happen?

12:30 Eat lunch. Or rather a boy eats his lunch while sitting on my lap. Then when he’s finished I reheat some pizza from the night before.

20 children then ask me if I’m eating pizza while I’m eating pizza.

(Looking back on the day this was about the time the kids really defeated me. Synchronised pizza questions will do that.)

12:45 Follow up call from the family that visited in the morning. Reiterate everything said in the morning until they hang up on me.

1:00 Coughing fit. Leave room to drink water.

1:30 Dismiss class.

1:40 Attempt to assemble office chair.

1:50 Eat 4 chocolate biscuits and bang head on the wall to aid digestion and alleviate headache.

2:00-2:30 Stare at chair and screws and instructions.

2:30 Place chair bits in colleagues car for her husband to assemble at home.

2:35 Leave work.

So that was my working day. It was one of those days where we all stared at each other and wondered what was going wrong.

We counted down the minutes until home time and then realised the clock on the wall was 3 minutes fast and we wondered if we were stuck in a vortex where home time never comes.

I love working with children but sometimes they break me.

Today they won.

They won as a team and as individuals.

But I had pizza and biscuits and the policies got done and I may or may not have resubmitted an important document and I didn’t have to assemble any furniture.

I told a little boy that I think he’s amazing and clever and that I love being his teacher. (I don’t think that he gets much love at home.)

My point is this: Please be kind to teachers because some days are just awful.

If in doubt give them chocolate and home made baklava and flowers and coffee.

Or just say thank you and tell them you appreciate them. xx

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