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Since losing my wonderful...erm... since losing my job in November, I scrambled around and got a summer camp job.
Welcome to the summer of Jaws.
I'm in charge of a classroom of 2-3yr olds. Most of them are mildly adorable, snot-nosed little buggers. One spoke not a single word of English, but she was damn cute.
One child obviously had some problems. He was non-verbal, trouble focusing, and resorted to violence as soon as things weren't his way. On my second week of work, he toddled up behind me and bit me, vampire style!!!
We (me and my two coworkers in the classroom) reported this to his grandfather who came to pick him up. He sighs and tells us yes, it's a problem, but his parents refuse to get him any help.
Little Jaws gets worse. He bites his friends and us over and over. One day I got three chomps in a row! We beg our boss to talk to the parents, to do something, anything! The parents keep refusing to do anything. They pick him up and RUN from the classroom before we can beg and plead with them to find Jaws some help.
One day, we practically corner the lady. She goes "There is nothing wrong with Jaws. He hasn't been vaccinated yet! There can't be anything wrong with him!"
We have sprinkler days, Jaws and grandpa come in late one morning ad we have to change him into his bathing suit. He smells HORRID and I notice white gunk in his hair. Turns out, it's mold! Mommy and Daddy find bathing him too difficult, so they don't, says grandpa. Feeding him is also impossible, so they leave a bowl on bench for him!
Jaw's story ends with a glimmer of hope, I guess. An anonymous CPS tip had him removed from our program. The students had a total of 45 bites between all 18 of them, and I walked out with almost 20 myself!
Side story: We had two unpottytrained kids. Jaws, and A. Since the program was only 9-12, we decided to change them both around 11, since that was well after 9:30 snack time. A's mother starts to complain that A comes home with a soiled diaper. We explain we change him. She demands we change him at LEAST three times, with proof.
With proof?
She wants to see A's soiled diapers now. Eurgh. Oh, and we have to bring A to our director to make sure his bottom is 'clean' after each changing, and to see the soiled diaper.
Director complies to this, I have to carry wet or full diapers to her office almost every hour, then keep them in baggies off to the side so A's mother can see it. Most of the times they were dry, but sometimes we'd have very full, very smelly diapers, sitting on a shelf in the room. Can we say gross?
Welcome to the summer of Jaws.
I'm in charge of a classroom of 2-3yr olds. Most of them are mildly adorable, snot-nosed little buggers. One spoke not a single word of English, but she was damn cute.
One child obviously had some problems. He was non-verbal, trouble focusing, and resorted to violence as soon as things weren't his way. On my second week of work, he toddled up behind me and bit me, vampire style!!!
We (me and my two coworkers in the classroom) reported this to his grandfather who came to pick him up. He sighs and tells us yes, it's a problem, but his parents refuse to get him any help.
Little Jaws gets worse. He bites his friends and us over and over. One day I got three chomps in a row! We beg our boss to talk to the parents, to do something, anything! The parents keep refusing to do anything. They pick him up and RUN from the classroom before we can beg and plead with them to find Jaws some help.
One day, we practically corner the lady. She goes "There is nothing wrong with Jaws. He hasn't been vaccinated yet! There can't be anything wrong with him!"
We have sprinkler days, Jaws and grandpa come in late one morning ad we have to change him into his bathing suit. He smells HORRID and I notice white gunk in his hair. Turns out, it's mold! Mommy and Daddy find bathing him too difficult, so they don't, says grandpa. Feeding him is also impossible, so they leave a bowl on bench for him!
Jaw's story ends with a glimmer of hope, I guess. An anonymous CPS tip had him removed from our program. The students had a total of 45 bites between all 18 of them, and I walked out with almost 20 myself!
Side story: We had two unpottytrained kids. Jaws, and A. Since the program was only 9-12, we decided to change them both around 11, since that was well after 9:30 snack time. A's mother starts to complain that A comes home with a soiled diaper. We explain we change him. She demands we change him at LEAST three times, with proof.
With proof?
She wants to see A's soiled diapers now. Eurgh. Oh, and we have to bring A to our director to make sure his bottom is 'clean' after each changing, and to see the soiled diaper.
Director complies to this, I have to carry wet or full diapers to her office almost every hour, then keep them in baggies off to the side so A's mother can see it. Most of the times they were dry, but sometimes we'd have very full, very smelly diapers, sitting on a shelf in the room. Can we say gross?
for calling the authorities on them.
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