For the past three or four years, I've spent a fair bit of my work week with kindergarten kids. These little ones are high maintenance. (I don't know how the hell full-time K teachers do it. I really don't.) Some days, after my name has been called out at least three hundred times by tiny persons in (what for them is) some sort life-and-death predicament, I find myself wondering where the fuck the closest hunk of rope is hidden, suicide being the only option -- other than a retreat into utter madness.
They can be charming.
But that's how they suck you in.
Mamas: Don't let your children grow up to be Kindergarten teachers.
Posted by P. Boogaloo,
Psychiatric Ward (Out Patients' Wing),
2 months ago