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On Feb.29th, a piece of news posted on the jobs-board caught my attention as I was a job seeker. The news reads, “a person, who is of patience and able to make interactions with children, and also has a good knowledge of English is highly required.” In china, as we all know, great changes have taken place in the past few years. No longer is the teaching labeled with the marks of low-paid but over-worked, instead now it is regarded as the most honored job. After my call to the phone number adhered to the ads, I was asked to meet the head of that kindergarten in person.
“Glad to meet you”, Mrs Zhang said, she is the head of the kindergarten. Smiling, “I am glad too”, I replied. She spent some time asking my qualifications, certificates, hobbies, and working experience, etc. The outcome was written on her face, it is as clear as a day that she was quite satisfied with all I had given to her. In the end, she added, “I am very happy with the choice.” “Thank you, I hope to cooperate with you well”, I said. The face-to-face interview was over, and I was asked to begin my work the next day.
Out of my wild expectations, my ordeal began the following day. My first day there started at 7:30 in the morning. After greetings with the head, just as I took off my overcoat, I was ordered to do the cleaning. Sweeping the floor, setting the desks, cleaning the desks and chairs, I got no time to have a short break, soon the sweat ran through my body, which happened to remind that maybe I wore too many clothes, come as the Spring had already, yet it was cold outside. In the following of the work I had done, came the children one after another. While greeting with the parents, I had to take off children’s clothes and little bags and shoes (several children had to change shoes) and placed those things in so good order that it was much convenient for me to use and find them when the day being over I got children dressed. Only in this way could I match the children and their things. Much to my dismay, the new comers to this kindergarten gave me a headache. It seemed that the clung to their parents too much, as soon as parents left, they began crying. Oh, my god. I couldn’t believe it. One of the children cried out so loudly, shouting that she wanted to go home having her mother back. Though I had done my utmost to soothe her, nothing worked. It was teacher working upstairs who was kind enough to help me out. That was such a relief. At 9:30, the alleged cook told me to get my dishes and food for children for breakfast. Before eating, having children’s hands washed was a must thing to do. To avoid them being in disorders, I raced to the underground and got back with the things I needed at two or three steps a time. Right at the door of the classroom, I slipped. Suddenly, children in my class exploded into laughers. Thank god, the soup wasn’t spoiled over the floor. Then I had to serve the breakfast one by one. A boy was inparticularly active, he was a trouble maker, always to make things difficult for me, he would do whatever he pleased though having been warned many a time. When the clock struck at 10:40A.M, other teachers next to our classroom noticed me to lead children to the underground so that I could spare some time making the beds for them. The bed was too heavy to carry, when finally I got fifty beds done, my back was killing me. However at that time my mind was stuffed with only one thing, that is, children first. After eventually patting children to bed, I was too tired to move my body. But I was happy, be cause it was lunch time, and I thought I deserved it. During lunch, I was above uttering a word, as I was too busy to have a sip of water the whole morning. After lunch, I got back to children, they performed a little better than they did in the morning expect for some of them having drinks, going for piss. Afternoon came, the same routines was going on, making the bed, serving lunch. But it was a great find that I was shocked the moment I saw the lunch for children, it was simply rice, and a bowl of soup with potatochips floating above. “Is that the way they shape our hopes of tomorrow?” I couldn’t help asking. The whole day I had been expecting one thing, day over. Finally it was about time to call it a day. I got the children hand to their parents, I was more than happy, though I had to do the cleaning work again. Pouring out the can which served as a piss-can and brushing it with washing power, setting the tables in order, and cleaning the floor, oh, my god, “I am free now” I sighed. At that moment, I was far beyond happy as if I were a jailbreak, caught in the prison too long and finally I escaped.
What a day! I was employed to work as a teacher, but worked like a baby-sitter. It was not until then that I got the definition that the kindergarten teacher equals to a baby-sitter, and the only difference lies in the name called by the Nursury school owner. However, the job description is as a whale of a difference as the head made. But it had never occurred to me before.
“Glad to meet you”, Mrs Zhang said, she is the head of the kindergarten. Smiling, “I am glad too”, I replied. She spent some time asking my qualifications, certificates, hobbies, and working experience, etc. The outcome was written on her face, it is as clear as a day that she was quite satisfied with all I had given to her. In the end, she added, “I am very happy with the choice.” “Thank you, I hope to cooperate with you well”, I said. The face-to-face interview was over, and I was asked to begin my work the next day.
Out of my wild expectations, my ordeal began the following day. My first day there started at 7:30 in the morning. After greetings with the head, just as I took off my overcoat, I was ordered to do the cleaning. Sweeping the floor, setting the desks, cleaning the desks and chairs, I got no time to have a short break, soon the sweat ran through my body, which happened to remind that maybe I wore too many clothes, come as the Spring had already, yet it was cold outside. In the following of the work I had done, came the children one after another. While greeting with the parents, I had to take off children’s clothes and little bags and shoes (several children had to change shoes) and placed those things in so good order that it was much convenient for me to use and find them when the day being over I got children dressed. Only in this way could I match the children and their things. Much to my dismay, the new comers to this kindergarten gave me a headache. It seemed that the clung to their parents too much, as soon as parents left, they began crying. Oh, my god. I couldn’t believe it. One of the children cried out so loudly, shouting that she wanted to go home having her mother back. Though I had done my utmost to soothe her, nothing worked. It was teacher working upstairs who was kind enough to help me out. That was such a relief. At 9:30, the alleged cook told me to get my dishes and food for children for breakfast. Before eating, having children’s hands washed was a must thing to do. To avoid them being in disorders, I raced to the underground and got back with the things I needed at two or three steps a time. Right at the door of the classroom, I slipped. Suddenly, children in my class exploded into laughers. Thank god, the soup wasn’t spoiled over the floor. Then I had to serve the breakfast one by one. A boy was inparticularly active, he was a trouble maker, always to make things difficult for me, he would do whatever he pleased though having been warned many a time. When the clock struck at 10:40A.M, other teachers next to our classroom noticed me to lead children to the underground so that I could spare some time making the beds for them. The bed was too heavy to carry, when finally I got fifty beds done, my back was killing me. However at that time my mind was stuffed with only one thing, that is, children first. After eventually patting children to bed, I was too tired to move my body. But I was happy, be cause it was lunch time, and I thought I deserved it. During lunch, I was above uttering a word, as I was too busy to have a sip of water the whole morning. After lunch, I got back to children, they performed a little better than they did in the morning expect for some of them having drinks, going for piss. Afternoon came, the same routines was going on, making the bed, serving lunch. But it was a great find that I was shocked the moment I saw the lunch for children, it was simply rice, and a bowl of soup with potatochips floating above. “Is that the way they shape our hopes of tomorrow?” I couldn’t help asking. The whole day I had been expecting one thing, day over. Finally it was about time to call it a day. I got the children hand to their parents, I was more than happy, though I had to do the cleaning work again. Pouring out the can which served as a piss-can and brushing it with washing power, setting the tables in order, and cleaning the floor, oh, my god, “I am free now” I sighed. At that moment, I was far beyond happy as if I were a jailbreak, caught in the prison too long and finally I escaped.
What a day! I was employed to work as a teacher, but worked like a baby-sitter. It was not until then that I got the definition that the kindergarten teacher equals to a baby-sitter, and the only difference lies in the name called by the Nursury school owner. However, the job description is as a whale of a difference as the head made. But it had never occurred to me before.
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- Reply lushanshan9010
- Bernardli: Your English is excellence. English teacher is more suitable job for you.Thank you,baby. It is for ages that I haven't seen you. Everything OK's ? wasn't someone there missing me, was she? hehe I am so much happy to see you today. How have you been?
- Reply rich
- were you employed as a teacher or "aunt"? they have distinct jobs in the kindergarten here. i think you should ask about that. it seems there's something fishy. take care of yourself and never overwork. good luck!
- Reply danyduan
- Your english is so wonderful, thanks for sharing your work experience to us.But the words is a little small to read,can you make them bigger next time?
- Reply lushanshan9010
- rich: were you employed as a teacher or "aunt"? they have distinct jobs in the kindergarten here. i think you should ask about that. it seems therI think there are unwritten rules and regulations in that kindergarten, cause all the teachers there does those things that I mentioned as I did. None of them has exceptions, but the head did tell me that my share of work including cleaning work and making the bed and blah blah blah. If she had told me as it is, I wouldn't have worked there. The following day I quitted that job.
- Reply lushanshan9010
- annapan: Your sentences is too more,learning you to english.Thanks for your comment, I am glad to know you. Have a good night.
- Reply lushanshan9010
- danyduan: Your english is so wonderful, thanks for sharing your work experience to us.But the words is a little small to read,can you make them bigger next timI am flattered. You are such a kind reminder, I promise I would be more considerate to make words more comfortable, not too big or not too small, for our eyes to see. Many thanks. Wish you a sweet dream, sleep tight.
- Reply danyduan
- lushanshan9010: I am flattered. You are such a kind reminder, I promise I would be more considerate to make words more comfortable, not too big or not too small, for
- Reply rich
- lushanshan9010: I think there are unwritten rules and regulations in that kindergarten, cause all the teachers there does those things that I mentioned as I did. Noneyou've quitted the job? so quick? good for you, anyway. that kind of job is not suitable for a person like you. wishing the best of luck. i believe you'll find one that you really like.
- Reply snowflying
- oh, dear girl, i thought of my daughter's past days in her babyhood especially when she gent to her kindergarden. she cried for almost a month. and moreover she cries when i was off my work to pick her up back home. i don't know what a real felings as a little baby, but from your this blog, i nearly bust into tears too. anything is not so easy on society, even an adult and a little baby. if i have no work, i can care her at home, but i must go out for my work at her little age. as a baby, she must bear all of these. any kids have the same course to grow up. as a baby-sitter, actually is not so easy too. if you dislike , hunt for other chances. best wishes, girl.
