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Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Frustration at work

I love my job and I'm super glad for the opportunity.
I wanted to get that out of the way before I rant and sound super ungrateful. To explain I'm in a management position, overseeing groups of children in an after school program. So security and information is super important right? Well, I took over the position over a week ago and am finally able to go through and double check information. I have found I have little to no information on the children we are helping, which is necessary because as a company we submit the information for grants to keep the opportunity running. On top of that we have no background checks done on volunteers who work with students on a daily basis! But we have coloring pages and cross word puzzles. Needless to say I'm extremely frustrated and concerned. My predecessor is currently a volunteer and she is great with the kids but I'm not sure what she was doing for 40+ hours a week because it wasn't taking care of business. On the more aggravating level of things I have to wait until students start showing up to get any information, and or my boss decides to come in so I can learn how to do the background checks on everyone. So now I feel like I'm the one not doing my job and not the one picking up the lost slack. This would be okay but I am taking time away from my daughter, school, and new relationship for a job that is about as organized as a frat party after one am.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

More frequent

I'm going to start posting more regularly. I finally have my schedule with work and school and social pretty much down. Work is mostly 9-5 then the after school portion working with multicultural kids on academic and nutrition habits. Over my lunch break I go to class and study better ways to communicate and connect with the kids. On the social side, my boyfriend and I are doing great and are actually thinking about moving in together since we only get a few days together every time he gets paid. With me not being able to afford a cell phone the only communication we get regularly is over facebook. And that goes in and out with wifi coverage and down time at work. It hasn't been officially but for three months now but we have shared so much already.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Unseen advantage

We all see the difference among each other as we go through life. Probably starting as early as grade school noticing differences in labels on folders and lunch boxes. Then later its jeans and headphones. As a soon to be teachers I have been wondering what the best way to approach these financial differences are. Being a multicultural teacher I am supposed to address the cultural differences. How do I approach the topics of racism and repression without causing discomfort to those races of students I am speaking for and guilt for those students whose grandparents and parents are the ones causing these treatments.
Not only races differences but financial as well. Am I supposed to expect more from the student who has a brand new laptop and private tutor or am I supposed to give the same judgement to the child who hasn't had breakfast and minimal supper for weeks? Today in one of my classes we took a step forward for advantages we got in the world. Two parent household, college graduating parents, private schools etc. At the end of the lesson I was one of the ones closest to where we had started.
I tried my hardest not to feel resentful to the students who haven't had to take out loans and second jobs. I tried not to feel pouty for living in the ghetto and using food stamps when no one was looking. I strive my hardest to make a life worth living for my daughter so she can have some of those advantages in life but its ridiculously hard to get ahead in these times.
This country's dream is hard work returns great profits. Well I call BS. Yes there are self made millionaires who worked 20+ years before they got somewhere but there are also ones who traded some of daddy's money around.
I find myself wondering who I would be if my situation growing up had been different. If my mom hadn't married and then widowed young and if she had gone to college. If I had not moved so much and established healthy friendships. Sadly I wonder if my daughter would be here and I wouldn't be chugging a 6 pack at some Ivy League school not having to pay attention in class.
I don't wish these disadvantages on anyone.