Vent fest on the dumbass of the week. As I noted to the director I will only be at the daycare a short while, I was given just a regular teacher position rather than a Lead Teacher position which was fine by me. I embraced it and was ready to get in and working with the kids. The first few weeks were fine and I didn’t get little things get to me but the moron I work with who IS the Lead Teacher is over bearingly irritating. She started two weeks prior to me coming back so she wasn’t given much training but she’s not one of those people that can’t follow direction or advice anyways. She’s all Miss. I Have A Bachelors Degree. Yeah, in general studies because you know you would have been a shitty grade school teacher. Miss. I Have A Fiance And Am Getting Married In A Week. Yeah, to some lanky weirdo just as off as you are – perfect match. Miss. I Can’t Control A Fucking Toddler Room. Yeah, because you are incapable of taking direction and have no idea what two year old are not capable of. Rant of the year I tell you, I could go on with the misses forever. Here’s an example of her punch me in the face moments: Her to the kids during circle time: “What characteristics to Redwood trees have?” Then she sits and stares at them waiting for them to answer. She didn’t bother elaborating or giving an easier question. Example of what SHOULD have been asked: “What colors are trees? Are trees big or small?” Characteristics? Do you seriously think a two year old legitimately knows what that word is let alone a specific species of tree? You’ve got to be shitting me. She’s pissed me off so much the last few weeks but I’ve held my tongue so being the bitch that I am, I didn’t bother telling her that I’ll be leaving. Jokes on her because she’s gone all next week for her damn wedding and my last day is next Friday. I’m sure karma will bite me in the ass but my God what an exasperating individual. She talks too much. EXAMPLE: She just got into the room and is going to tell me the number of kids and what circle time will be today. “We have 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 kids and I think that after we do potties and wash their hands that maybe we could uhm read this book here and we could sit on the circle time rug. When we are finished than we will do art ink blots and we will do that with paint and paper. The kids can fold the paper once I blot paint onto it. When they are done blotting the paper than I will put it on the rack over there to dry. After we do that I think we can let the kids play with blocks for just a little bit.” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. This is how it should have been said: “Hey, we have 9 kids so far, we’ll read this book and do ink blots for art.” Simple, yes? Number one: She’s aware that I’ve been Lead Teacher before and that I know the process of everything. I know what circle time is, when potties are, and what free play consists of. I am perfectly aware of how ink blot art work is done. I pray to the Lord that I never have to come in contact with her again. She needs to be sent to that place on the movie Idiocracy. Fuck.
I’m temporarily blocking my blog because there seems to be a small portion of people who have an issue with freedom of speech. I don’t mind sharing what I have to say with the world. If I’m upset, happy, hurt, irritated, joyful; I want people to know. I have nothing to hide. I do limit what I post about certain aspects of my life but I usually give a generalization of the touchy topics. No, I don’t think everyone needs to know every thing about every situation and that’s why I don’t post certain events. But to hell with you if you’re going to stop me from using one of the few freedoms we have as Americans to use semi-freely. If a person can not handle what I have to say or matter of fact the truth; than don’t read it. People tend to put themselves in a little bubble believing what they want to. Taking the good pieces only and turning it into a reality of their own rather than acknowledging that bad things to happen to good people. Maybe if the people who have an issue with my blog tried blogging for themselves they would see it as a release from stress. I’d much rather blog than drink my sorrows away. Go ahead and gossip to your family and friends about how terrible it is that I post blogs about my life. What’s the difference; me letting the world know that this is going on or you bitching about it? Either way you’re in the loop so what’s the problem? Also, everyone tends to choose sides before the entirety of situations are out, which is the case in this little fit that everyone’s having. An incorrect side was chosen based on biased events and an unforgettable past.