The post where I ramble about work

[mayhap]

Yesterday was my first day of work at P.S. 59. I got redistributed from the 3rd grade classroom where I worked for the past two years to the only room that didn't already have an America Reads tutor: Pre-K. Yes.

Eight-year-olds are basically like little miniature human beings. Four-year-olds are more like ... squid. With perhaps slightly fewer tentacles.

Seriously, there isn't very much for me to do. Keep an eye on the squid during recess, snack, and activity time, basically. And then ... just sort of hang out and look imposing during circle and storytime. Not so much with the homework to mark and the big projects to work on and such.

Oh well. I can only work about nine hours a week this semester anyway, so how bored can I get? (The correct answer is: nine hours worth of bored.) Also, the early childhood development center seems to have coffee and pastries in the foyer every morning, which is motivation to show up for work early. Mmm.

Also, in an attempt to make this post slightly more interesting, a meme and its kissing cousin, gacked from vagabond_sal:

If you read this, even if we don't often speak/write, please post the first story of mine you remember reading, and what you thought. Then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you.

AND/OR

If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, please post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, so long as it happened. Then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you.

Comments

[mayhap]

Yup, I think you nailed it. They're really sweet when they're young enough that they genuinely want to help you, and old enough that they can actually do something useful.