Why I will never teach PRE-SCHOOL kids AGAIN…

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Why I will never teach PRE-SCHOOL kids AGAIN…

At the creche where I work, there is a little boy named Matome. he is so handsome and sweet.


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On Friday, just before knocking off, I found him busy, trying to put on shoes. I approached him, and offered to help. It was such a torrid time. The boots seamed to be smaller than his size. It took me 5 minutes to help him wear them.


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When we were done, making a steps away from him, he called me said “Teacher, you made me wear banana”. 😲
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When I looked at his shoes, to my embarrassment, I realised I had misplaced his shoes – the banana style. Upon trying to take off the shoes again, it took me 3 minutes. After struggling so much I eventually managed to remove them and tried putting them on again, this time the correct way. However, it was more difficult than the first time.


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When I finished, he said: “Teacher, these shoes 👟 are not mine!”
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I really got angry 😳, but since I work with little kids, I had to be patient and control my anger.


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I struggled to remove the shoes. I then asked Moruti where his own shoes were and this is what he said: “These shoes belong to my brother, my mum is the one who made me wear them in the morning today”. 😱
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This time I boiled in anger. But since I always do my job perfectly and whole heartedly, I helped him to put on the shoes again.


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When we were done, Matome pulled another shocker, yet again. “What about the socks, teacher?” he asked.
I wondered whether I should laugh or cry. Politely and swiftly I asked him, “Where are the socks Matome?”


he innocently replied: “I shoved them in my shoes 👟 👟 , they are in front of my toes”….


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I simply resigned! I didn’t even wait till month end to collect my salary. They will not kill me 🙄🙄🙄🤔