Another Day…

…Another Dime. Ok, there is a lie, I didn’t make a penny today, not did I lose anything. Oh the joys of sleeping most of the time.

I woke up at 7:20ish, told my grandmother I was awake and fell back to sleep; not a good thing to do. So I woke up again at 8:15, and boy did I run fast. Hurried to get ready and get out the door. It’s a good thing that I’m a ninja so I did it quietly so they didn’t hear me. Anyway, I got to school 3 minutes late, which is no biggie. When he asked why I was late I told him that “I was abducted by Martha Stuart”. And not missing a beat he replied “Well then you’ve been through a difficult time, get to work”. After that I couldn’t think a thing, he actually beat me at being sarcastic: first time for everything.

Second period we had the joy of going across the street to a daycare. Why would they put somebody like me with little kids, you ask? Well ,we’ve been doing “Story Sacs” for the past two weeks in Child Care. What this is, is simply taking a book, making activities for it, and putting it in a bag. It’s a good idea, and it’s little kids books and the bags go the public library when we’re done getting marked. Really good idea actually.

But anyway, we went over and read it and played the games with them for a half hour. And you know what I found out? They’re raising peverted, highly intelligent little corperate tools. See the extended for more on this.

So then the rest of the day was boring. I came home, did 2 assignments for World Issues, then passt out at 7, woke at 9. Then I set up Tom a Movable Type account on my server, good times.

It feels good seeing somebody else coming up not using a webpage composer like frontpage, and instead using notepad. Viva la revolution. Good times.

Anyway, I’m going back to bed in a bit here, I’m strangely out of it. I’m tired, but I don’t know why I’m tired, because I’ve been sleeping. I’m sure there is an unbalance in the force somewhere causing this. Well, that’s my only guess as it. Any better ideas? Tell me so I can say that’s what it is, because my answer is lame.

Ok, here is the full scoop on the little kids:
We were reading the story Danny’s Duck, which has a teacher in it. So as a prop, we had a TY girl, and said she was the teacher. So during the whole story they paid more attention to pulling down the teacher’s pants saying “Look she has a yellow butt” then the story. And since my entire group found it fucking halarious that these 3 year olds were doing this and saying “butt”, we weren’t much help by laughing. I mean, how can little kids know the word butt, I didn’t know butt when I was 3 years old.
This leads me to why I think they’re geniuses. This kids could read. Yes, actually read. And do math. The kid knew 4+5 was 9, and 5+5 was 10. I knew how to count at 3, but not do math. It’s just not right to have kids that smart.

Now, on to the “corperate tools” part of this.We watched a movie the other day about control over your kids. It envolved saying 1-2-3 (5 seconds between each number) when they were acting up. If they didn’t stop by 3, it was 5 minutes time out. Now not to be rude or anything, but do they realize that:
a) They’re 3 years old.
b) You’re counting to 3, and nobody really cares.
c) For god sakes, you’re counting for god sakes then only giving them the 5 minute time out, who the fuck cares, they’re 3 years old and SHOULDN’T listen to you.
Now come on, it’s to to disappline your kids, but I know for a damn fact that when I was 3 I didn’t care if you counted to a million and were blue in the face, if I was angry and misbehaving it’s going to take you picking me and telling me to my face “You either shut the hell up and behave or I’m going to beat the hell out of you and lock you in a hold with rats”. As you can see by my radical example, I was never disaplined very well. But seriously, counting to 3? Beat your kids, it’s quicker.
These kids shouldn’t be listening to numbers, they need to grow and become stable to kick some ass when they’re older. If they’re giving into this at such an early age, they’re not going to have any rebellion in them when they’re older.

Fear the hybrid kids!

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