Been a while since I got to post in this section.
I've been at my new job for over a month now. I'm an assistant toddler teacher at a day care center in the city. I love it, the kids are fun to work with and the parents are (believe it or not) lovely and wonderful to work with.
Today our schedule got thrown out of whack by our monthly fire drill. My co-teacher and I round up our 6 kidlets and get ready to head outside. The kids were handing this well; each of us got 3 kids and they held our hands the whole time, they didn't try to run off and the noise didn't seem to bother them.
Our escape path took us out of the building, across a street and down a sidewalk next to the library. My supervisor, henceforth known as D, is standing in the street acting as a crossing guard so people wouldn't try to run over us as we crossed, since there were a lot of small children out.
Nonetheless, there were still quite a few jerks who would try to blow past her, missing her by inches, or would roll down the window and start screaming at us when we crossed the street. Some would even lay on the horn, which would scare the children who weren't expecting such a loud noise. It was awful. There were a couple times where my co-teacher and I worried that one of our crew would get hit, no one was willing to be patient enough until the whole thing was over. It took maybe two minutes out of their time.
The kicker? There was a policeman up at the front of the building with the fire patrol. He missed the whole thing, otherwise there would have been some sweet, swift justice.
I've been at my new job for over a month now. I'm an assistant toddler teacher at a day care center in the city. I love it, the kids are fun to work with and the parents are (believe it or not) lovely and wonderful to work with.
Today our schedule got thrown out of whack by our monthly fire drill. My co-teacher and I round up our 6 kidlets and get ready to head outside. The kids were handing this well; each of us got 3 kids and they held our hands the whole time, they didn't try to run off and the noise didn't seem to bother them.
Our escape path took us out of the building, across a street and down a sidewalk next to the library. My supervisor, henceforth known as D, is standing in the street acting as a crossing guard so people wouldn't try to run over us as we crossed, since there were a lot of small children out.
Nonetheless, there were still quite a few jerks who would try to blow past her, missing her by inches, or would roll down the window and start screaming at us when we crossed the street. Some would even lay on the horn, which would scare the children who weren't expecting such a loud noise. It was awful. There were a couple times where my co-teacher and I worried that one of our crew would get hit, no one was willing to be patient enough until the whole thing was over. It took maybe two minutes out of their time.
The kicker? There was a policeman up at the front of the building with the fire patrol. He missed the whole thing, otherwise there would have been some sweet, swift justice.

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