I'm sure I need that space in my brain for something... else
O-kay. Useless fact #93480923874109873489. When Nu Who fans are going on about the Doctor being in his "Converse" they mean *shoes*, not some weird metaphysical concept.
I think every cell in my body just went WTF.
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RAH away all this week - BRILLIANT! Claiming some infectious condition the symptoms of which match exactly what every other bloody adult in the Centre is experiencing at the moment. Minus the stress every other adult has from shortstaffing... :)
And on the sad hand: Mr ADHD/ODD appears to be giving our lovely Room Leader a nasty confidence crisis. Kind of hard for those of us who're used to him to grok - after all, he can't help it, unlike some of the other little shits - although I can see how the being screamed at, hit, and told to fuck off could wear her down. I suspect the last straw was that her own 3yo (attends our Centre for practical reasons) is beginning to do the same...
Quote: "If they don't medicate him, it's he goes or I go". Cripes.
Superduper moment of day: utterly silent 4yo (whose Mum keeps telling me never shuts up about Teacher Kelly at home, despite *literally* never having said a word at school to me or anyone else as far as I know) FINALLY BLOODY SPOKE TODAY. Audibly. In words :) (To me and to Room Leader, so I know I'm not imagining it). Both conversations were about the *other* preschool she attends :) wouldn't you know it. Cheeky tyke smiling her head off the whole time, and laughing her head off when she heard us telling Mum she'd talked to us :)
See now, this is why I love being on Swing Duty outside. There's something about the repetitive movement that just *works*. Kids talk more, sing more, laugh more :) and they get to kick Toopid Teacher in the bum occasionally.
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Checking out Fringe. So far the only character I like is the wacko jailbird scientist. Oh, and the non-speaking lady with the *insanely* gorgeous haircut helping out in the lab. Want one!
ETA: she has a name. Astrid!
I think every cell in my body just went WTF.
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RAH away all this week - BRILLIANT! Claiming some infectious condition the symptoms of which match exactly what every other bloody adult in the Centre is experiencing at the moment. Minus the stress every other adult has from shortstaffing... :)
And on the sad hand: Mr ADHD/ODD appears to be giving our lovely Room Leader a nasty confidence crisis. Kind of hard for those of us who're used to him to grok - after all, he can't help it, unlike some of the other little shits - although I can see how the being screamed at, hit, and told to fuck off could wear her down. I suspect the last straw was that her own 3yo (attends our Centre for practical reasons) is beginning to do the same...
Quote: "If they don't medicate him, it's he goes or I go". Cripes.
Superduper moment of day: utterly silent 4yo (whose Mum keeps telling me never shuts up about Teacher Kelly at home, despite *literally* never having said a word at school to me or anyone else as far as I know) FINALLY BLOODY SPOKE TODAY. Audibly. In words :) (To me and to Room Leader, so I know I'm not imagining it). Both conversations were about the *other* preschool she attends :) wouldn't you know it. Cheeky tyke smiling her head off the whole time, and laughing her head off when she heard us telling Mum she'd talked to us :)
See now, this is why I love being on Swing Duty outside. There's something about the repetitive movement that just *works*. Kids talk more, sing more, laugh more :) and they get to kick Toopid Teacher in the bum occasionally.
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Checking out Fringe. So far the only character I like is the wacko jailbird scientist. Oh, and the non-speaking lady with the *insanely* gorgeous haircut helping out in the lab. Want one!
ETA: she has a name. Astrid!