12 hours of my life I'll never get back.
I awoke at 6.40 am today, caught my school bus at 7.20 am, reached the AMC stadium (what does it stand for, I don't know, I've been going there since approximately 45,000 years and I haven't the foggiest idea what it stands for) at 8 am, and reached home at 7.50 pm. I don't know why I need to tell you the exact time of everything. You get the gist. As I mentioned before, I'm part of my school's Student Council. We have our Annual Sports Day (it's our 5th, maybe 6th Sports Day I have no idea how it's annual) tomorrow, at the previously mentioned AMC stadium. We had our run through cum final rehearsal today, for both the Junior and the Senior school, meaning that the Council had to be on duty for almost twelve hours. Wow.
Now, let's make this clear. I want to have seven kids when I grow up. I don't know why, I just do. It'll be cozy. Like the Weasleys' family. (I'm going to name my daughter 'Aziza', a name I read off A Thousand Splendid Suns. I don't know why I'm mentioning all this. I also don't know what I'll name the other six. I'm welcome to all suggestions.) When little kids cry, my heart kind of breaks a little and it makes me cry too. But all in all, I hate kids. I don't know how this makes sense, it just does, okay. Please. So today, we had to look after these tiny, hyperactive kids, and it was...exhausting would be an understatement. I swear to God, these kids didn't tire themselves out for even a single micro second. They were either
1) pooping
2) running
3) crying
4) all of the above, IN EVERY POSSIBLE COMBINATION
I kid you not. There was this one frantic kid who was running around the entire hall crying. It was so traumatizing. But the thing was, he wouldn't stop running. We kept trying to comfort him but he kept running away from us. In the end it resulted in the Crying Kid running around with my boyfriend Jai running behind him trying to catch him, with another teacher running behind him. I would be lying if I said I didn't sort of chuckle (read laugh).
But the highlight of the day was what happened with me. The kids were sitting in two big halls, waiting for their event to start, and to their extreme right were the bathrooms. Hold on, I'll illustrate it for you :
I don't know how little kids think. I think they thought that the bathroom was some sort of a magical disco where wishes were granted and candies handed out. Every single kid was crazy about going to the bloody loo. They lined up, and waited for their turn to come, so that a Prefect could come and guide them (ie unzip/zip up their pants, make sure the little twits...er...darlings didn't get lost on the way back etc). I refused to take even a single kid. But then this really, really, cute boy looked me straight in the eye and said something like "ehhhnnnn bathroom :(" so I had to take him. I took his tiny hand and led him towards the boys loo. I asked him thrice if he knew how to unzip and zip his pants, and thankfully he did. The loos were temporary, and were parted by curtains. Anyway, we reached the boys loo, and this adorable kid did something that has scarred me for not only this life but the next one as well. I have no idea what he was thinking, he headed straight for one of the curtains, and lifted it, and crawled underneath it, hence stepping into straight into some shit.
Some kid's shit.
Some kid's fresh shit.
All the little kids went ewwww and were trying to escape and get away from the Shit Kid, and it made me feel kind of sad for the little guy, but not sad enough to approach him, so I asked someone else to get the kid washed and dried, and I meanwhile took deep breaths to calm myself. I sang the Pokemon theme song under my breath for motivation. I could do this. The kid came back and I offered him a warm, gentle, and loving smile, though I still felt like crying. Our eyes met, but things had changed. I didn't really meet his eye; I sighed and led him back to his hall.
Only this time, I held him by the edge of his collar.
Better to be safe than to be sorry.
I awoke at 6.40 am today, caught my school bus at 7.20 am, reached the AMC stadium (what does it stand for, I don't know, I've been going there since approximately 45,000 years and I haven't the foggiest idea what it stands for) at 8 am, and reached home at 7.50 pm. I don't know why I need to tell you the exact time of everything. You get the gist. As I mentioned before, I'm part of my school's Student Council. We have our Annual Sports Day (it's our 5th, maybe 6th Sports Day I have no idea how it's annual) tomorrow, at the previously mentioned AMC stadium. We had our run through cum final rehearsal today, for both the Junior and the Senior school, meaning that the Council had to be on duty for almost twelve hours. Wow.
Now, let's make this clear. I want to have seven kids when I grow up. I don't know why, I just do. It'll be cozy. Like the Weasleys' family. (I'm going to name my daughter 'Aziza', a name I read off A Thousand Splendid Suns. I don't know why I'm mentioning all this. I also don't know what I'll name the other six. I'm welcome to all suggestions.) When little kids cry, my heart kind of breaks a little and it makes me cry too. But all in all, I hate kids. I don't know how this makes sense, it just does, okay. Please. So today, we had to look after these tiny, hyperactive kids, and it was...exhausting would be an understatement. I swear to God, these kids didn't tire themselves out for even a single micro second. They were either
1) pooping
2) running
3) crying
4) all of the above, IN EVERY POSSIBLE COMBINATION
I kid you not. There was this one frantic kid who was running around the entire hall crying. It was so traumatizing. But the thing was, he wouldn't stop running. We kept trying to comfort him but he kept running away from us. In the end it resulted in the Crying Kid running around with my boyfriend Jai running behind him trying to catch him, with another teacher running behind him. I would be lying if I said I didn't sort of chuckle (read laugh).
But the highlight of the day was what happened with me. The kids were sitting in two big halls, waiting for their event to start, and to their extreme right were the bathrooms. Hold on, I'll illustrate it for you :
I don't know how little kids think. I think they thought that the bathroom was some sort of a magical disco where wishes were granted and candies handed out. Every single kid was crazy about going to the bloody loo. They lined up, and waited for their turn to come, so that a Prefect could come and guide them (ie unzip/zip up their pants, make sure the little twits...er...darlings didn't get lost on the way back etc). I refused to take even a single kid. But then this really, really, cute boy looked me straight in the eye and said something like "ehhhnnnn bathroom :(" so I had to take him. I took his tiny hand and led him towards the boys loo. I asked him thrice if he knew how to unzip and zip his pants, and thankfully he did. The loos were temporary, and were parted by curtains. Anyway, we reached the boys loo, and this adorable kid did something that has scarred me for not only this life but the next one as well. I have no idea what he was thinking, he headed straight for one of the curtains, and lifted it, and crawled underneath it, hence stepping into straight into some shit.
Some kid's shit.
Some kid's fresh shit.
All the little kids went ewwww and were trying to escape and get away from the Shit Kid, and it made me feel kind of sad for the little guy, but not sad enough to approach him, so I asked someone else to get the kid washed and dried, and I meanwhile took deep breaths to calm myself. I sang the Pokemon theme song under my breath for motivation. I could do this. The kid came back and I offered him a warm, gentle, and loving smile, though I still felt like crying. Our eyes met, but things had changed. I didn't really meet his eye; I sighed and led him back to his hall.
Only this time, I held him by the edge of his collar.
Better to be safe than to be sorry.
