Today I dropped the kids off at preschool and didn't stay at all. After having a conversation with the teachers on Friday about my frustrations (which you can read about in my last post), I didn't feel it would be a good idea to stay and potentially add more pressure. I don't want them to feel judged, as nobody likes that!
When I picked up the kids, they were excited to see me and seemed to have enjoyed their morning. I was happy (relieved) to see that they had worked on (or at least talked about) the letter A today.
I checked in with the teacher to see if she had put anything together for me to help with. Her response was that it would be great if I could do the name tags so the kids would know where there seats are in class, but she had to find the supplies for that first. Okaaaayyyyyy, I have three thoughts on that:
- I'm glad to know that she has plans to help curb the chaos and be more organized.
- How hard is it to find the name tags and print out a class list for me? She had all weekend to do this!
- Deep breath. I have no idea what her personal story is. Maybe she didn't have any time available to devote towards being more prepared and organized. Maybe she had a death in the family and that's why she always seems so... awkward. Maybe she has no background in teaching and she was just the best option the school could find at the last minute? That is not a comforting thought.
I do take comfort in the fact that the kids are being shown love from the teacher's assistant. She is very warm and loving with the kids and really seems to connect with them. The kids really like her a lot. If only the head teacher could relate to preschoolers on the same level...
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