my week
one of the staff at work is from australia and is leaving to go home tomorrow. everyone organised to go to the 'lemonade shop' after work (ie the Garage - a smoky english pub). i said "maybe" to an invitation. without any intention of actually going.
i feel like a loner sometimes, because everyone i work with, even though, granted, they are 5 years minimum average older than me, goes out to the pub and 'has a good time.' it wouldn't matter if i was drinking lemonade, i just don't like that scene. even if it was with friends i have known for a long time, i still wouldn't like it - you stink of smoke, have to shout conversations, pretend that those awkward moments of silence never existed, pretend that being around drunk people is fun.
there is nothing wrong with rather spending the afternoon walking home in the drizzly rain and watching the people in the park, running, walking their babies in prams, dads coaching their five year old sons football... i am more a reflective kind of person. i would rather play trivial pursuit, read a book, sit and watch. but even though i know there is nothing wrong with that, its hard to ignore the fact that your idea of fun is a lot different to the 'others.' oh well. its not like i care, but i hate feeling like someone would immediately judge me as being 'boring' just because you don't do what the others do. how boring if everyone did the same thing.
My week has been kind of hard. i am quite tired, but apart from working longer hours, i feel like the actual amount of work i've been doing could have been compressed into a day. its tiring just sitting in class waiting your turn to help your child sign their name.
We had swimming on monday. it took an hour to get them changed and into the pool by a series of hoists, and far less time actually IN the pool. but i felt quite good about myself - how many people my age do i know who spent their monday afternoon holding a disabled child to give them some time in the pool. where just the act of feeling the water over their bodies, of letting the water move you, the freedom of movement - is enough.
today, Victoria's old carer who is on holiday called from australia and the kids in the class got to speak to her. it was fascinating watching them with the mobile phone held up to their ear - Ruqaiyah burst into fits of laughter when she heard sams voice without sam actually being there in person. she was in hysterics. fiona, in broken words, managed to say "i miss you sam. and my daddy."
We were using clay to make model chairs in DT. i turned my back on victoria to help amy, after finishing victoria's chair, moving it out of the way etc... When i looked back at victoria, she'd thrown her apron on the floor and had covered the desk and her entire body in clay. of course she thought it was really funny.
I had a long day on wednesday, starting at 8:30am and working until 9pm. then starting work the next day at 7am and the next day the same.
This afternoon i got home and was tackled by 3 five year old boys attacking me with their power rangers. we took them to the christmas fair, rugged up and cold. there was a temporary ice skating rink, a santa etc... - my first winter xmas 'realisation.'
i feel like a loner sometimes, because everyone i work with, even though, granted, they are 5 years minimum average older than me, goes out to the pub and 'has a good time.' it wouldn't matter if i was drinking lemonade, i just don't like that scene. even if it was with friends i have known for a long time, i still wouldn't like it - you stink of smoke, have to shout conversations, pretend that those awkward moments of silence never existed, pretend that being around drunk people is fun.
there is nothing wrong with rather spending the afternoon walking home in the drizzly rain and watching the people in the park, running, walking their babies in prams, dads coaching their five year old sons football... i am more a reflective kind of person. i would rather play trivial pursuit, read a book, sit and watch. but even though i know there is nothing wrong with that, its hard to ignore the fact that your idea of fun is a lot different to the 'others.' oh well. its not like i care, but i hate feeling like someone would immediately judge me as being 'boring' just because you don't do what the others do. how boring if everyone did the same thing.
My week has been kind of hard. i am quite tired, but apart from working longer hours, i feel like the actual amount of work i've been doing could have been compressed into a day. its tiring just sitting in class waiting your turn to help your child sign their name.
We had swimming on monday. it took an hour to get them changed and into the pool by a series of hoists, and far less time actually IN the pool. but i felt quite good about myself - how many people my age do i know who spent their monday afternoon holding a disabled child to give them some time in the pool. where just the act of feeling the water over their bodies, of letting the water move you, the freedom of movement - is enough.
today, Victoria's old carer who is on holiday called from australia and the kids in the class got to speak to her. it was fascinating watching them with the mobile phone held up to their ear - Ruqaiyah burst into fits of laughter when she heard sams voice without sam actually being there in person. she was in hysterics. fiona, in broken words, managed to say "i miss you sam. and my daddy."
We were using clay to make model chairs in DT. i turned my back on victoria to help amy, after finishing victoria's chair, moving it out of the way etc... When i looked back at victoria, she'd thrown her apron on the floor and had covered the desk and her entire body in clay. of course she thought it was really funny.
I had a long day on wednesday, starting at 8:30am and working until 9pm. then starting work the next day at 7am and the next day the same.
This afternoon i got home and was tackled by 3 five year old boys attacking me with their power rangers. we took them to the christmas fair, rugged up and cold. there was a temporary ice skating rink, a santa etc... - my first winter xmas 'realisation.'
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