On teaching kindergarten
I have a healthy fear of small children, especially the collective "consciousness" of 17 of them confined to one room in a school. It is a small miracle that I survived my afternoon of subbing in a kindergarten class. "How bad could 2.5 hours be?", was my rationale for taking the job. And I need the money. Actually, it wasn't that bad. I learned a few things. My necklace impressed the girls. They oo-ed and ah-ed at it's sparkling properties and wanted to touch the thing that reminded them of "lovely jewels". Except for that one girl who could spot a knock-off for a mile. "That's not real jewels - it's fake. I bet it is made from beads", is what she proclaimed across the classroom. Another kid said I talk funny, but I get than from any class I teach. Apparently I just could not quite say Ethan's name properly. "It's Ethaaaaaan, Mrs Pen". I knew I should not have told them my name rh