overheard
at drama camp...
6 year old #1: my daddy says life is unfair.
6 year old #2: yeah, mine too. i never get what i want.
well, you may have noticed that i haven't blogged in a while. that's because, after 7 months of having nothing better to do, i have actually had a job for the last 2 weeks. i subbed last week and this week i am the principal for a drama camp at the india community center. it ends friday. then i get a long break and you all will once again have to put up with my utterly unfascinating observations of humanity. lucky you!
also, there just hasn't been anything to blog about recently. that is, until sunday, when i had to deal with firing my first crazy person. by crazy i mean severely bipolar and chooses not to medicate but wants to work with children. by firing i mean calling my boss, who hired said crazy then promptly went on vacation, and having her fire him.
i don't mean to sound insensitive to the guy's condition. had he been medicated, or even in a stable cycle, he would have been employable (maybe not with 4-10 year olds). but after an annoying 19 email long trail about how he doesn't have a car, and a late night phone call during which he screamed at me for having a negative attitude about arranging carpooling for him, and proceeded to unload all of his insecurities, mental health issues, and homeless shelter living situations on me, followed by a bout of sobs and hanging up on me, i decided he qualified for the term crazy.
so if this is what my first foray into school administration is like, hey, it's only got to get easier. or maybe i never want to do it again. i can't decide.
my other teachers are fantastic, with the exception of the woman who believes she has my job and contradicts my instructions to the children. i expect that happens everywhere, especially in the performing arts. we have one week to write and produce a 30 minute musical with equal parts for 40 kids. i have no idea what will happen when we perform on friday, but that's part of the fun.
so, all in all, this quick summer camp job has been interesting, if not inspiring and/or lucrative.
6 year old #1: my daddy says life is unfair.
6 year old #2: yeah, mine too. i never get what i want.
well, you may have noticed that i haven't blogged in a while. that's because, after 7 months of having nothing better to do, i have actually had a job for the last 2 weeks. i subbed last week and this week i am the principal for a drama camp at the india community center. it ends friday. then i get a long break and you all will once again have to put up with my utterly unfascinating observations of humanity. lucky you!
also, there just hasn't been anything to blog about recently. that is, until sunday, when i had to deal with firing my first crazy person. by crazy i mean severely bipolar and chooses not to medicate but wants to work with children. by firing i mean calling my boss, who hired said crazy then promptly went on vacation, and having her fire him.
i don't mean to sound insensitive to the guy's condition. had he been medicated, or even in a stable cycle, he would have been employable (maybe not with 4-10 year olds). but after an annoying 19 email long trail about how he doesn't have a car, and a late night phone call during which he screamed at me for having a negative attitude about arranging carpooling for him, and proceeded to unload all of his insecurities, mental health issues, and homeless shelter living situations on me, followed by a bout of sobs and hanging up on me, i decided he qualified for the term crazy.
so if this is what my first foray into school administration is like, hey, it's only got to get easier. or maybe i never want to do it again. i can't decide.
my other teachers are fantastic, with the exception of the woman who believes she has my job and contradicts my instructions to the children. i expect that happens everywhere, especially in the performing arts. we have one week to write and produce a 30 minute musical with equal parts for 40 kids. i have no idea what will happen when we perform on friday, but that's part of the fun.
so, all in all, this quick summer camp job has been interesting, if not inspiring and/or lucrative.
posted by jordan at
4:54 AM
1 Comments:
You could write a play about a mentally displaced man who seeks to find employment with children. you could call it: crrrAzy, the musical. Sing timeless songs such as All I Want For Christmas is my Two Front Lobes, How Much is That Prozac in the Window and Its a Crazy World After All. If you end each song with "Cha Cha Cha". then things will work out fine.
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