Okay, it's 1:14, and I have to head back to work at 1:20. Who wants to bet that this post won't get finished by then?
The new job? It's great. (For those who didn't know, I got a job teaching at a preschool.) The teaching aspects are pleasantly mixed in with playtime, and I love my kidlets. There are 10 that I've met so far, and we're currently interviewing to fill our last couple spots. They each have their own distinctive personalities, complete with strengths and weaknesses. Two speak only French at home, so while they know some English, they're more comfortable in French. This means Miss Lara is getting a lot more practice with her French than she might have expected, which is good, but a challenge. Miss Lara is also spending a lot more time on her feet, and a lot more time outside. Not being used to this, and not keeping well enough hydrated, has meant that Miss Lara ends up with a headache by about noon, and keeps said headache all afternoon. Oh, and every so often, Miss Lara wants to bust some heads. (Apparently, Miss Lara has also been spending way too much time around the kids, because she's picking up the terrible habit of referring to herself in the third person.)
Adjusting to the morning schedule has been tougher than I anticipated, and combined with my headaches and the multitude of high-pitched voices I hear all day, this has made for one very tired blogger. I'm sure once I get used to the schedule and stuff, I'll be able to fit blogging back into my life, just like I did last year when I started grad school. But for the immediate future, posts may be infrequent.
(Damn. It's 1:20. Back to work! Post will have to finish later...)
(9:35. I went shopping after work, then came home, ate dinner, and chatted with Mom. Now it's time to blog some more!)
So, as I was saying, blogging is tough to do these days, but I haven't given up completely. Also, Bloglines is currently telling me that I have over a hundred unread posts, so if I'm a bad commenter the next couple weeks, please forgive me.
For now, here's an anecdote from school. I like to call this "Advanced Gender Relations: Playground Edition."
Ayu and QueenR are playing together while the others nap. Ayu has just set his sights on a small tree, and runs towards it happily. Lonely, however, without either an audience or a playmate, he calls to QueenR.
"Come climb this tree with me, R!"
Turning a disgusted look on the hopeful Ayu, she snaps, "I'm not climbing any old tree! My dress will get dirty! Besides, I'm playing house and I'm baking pretty pink cupcakes." (Yep, "pretty pink cupcakes.")
While not militant in my feminist opinions, I'm certainly not happy to see such clearly maintained gender stereotypes in children so young. QueenR is content with her play, however, so I don't interfere. Ayu resigns himself to climbing solo.
A little while later, the scene has shifted. Ayu is now in the sandbox, constructing God-only-knows-what out of plastic tubs. QueenR wanders over and grabs a bulldozer to play with in the grass. Seeing this, Ayu chases after her and yanks the truck from her arms.
"That's for boys!" he shouts angrily.
Instantly, QueenR's eyes narrow in righteous indignation. Her two hands now free, she plants them squarely on his chest and shoves, sending him onto his ass. Then she stomps over and reclaims her construction vehicle. And then she kicks him in the face.
Feminism? Check. Volatile temper? Also check.
*Photo note: I probably will end up snapping some pics at school, though I may opt to be very cautious and not show the kids' faces on the blog. However, for now, these pictures are of BabyT (my nephew) and Miki (my best friend's daughter) respectively.*