So I work in the BYU preschool, and every Friday me and a few other girls have to work on the little kids' project books....basically, a huge collection of stuff they've made throughout the summer that we throw in a book for them to take home. Precious. Anyways, so we have captions for each project we do. Por ejemplo . . .
July 16, 2008
After Miss Theresa taught us about bark, we looked at bark chippings with magnifying lenses and drew what we observed.
We mount these captions on colored paper. Then we mount the actual project (usually a picture) on to the same color of colored paper (careful!! Cosmic Blue looks an awful lot like Lunar Aqua, and heaven forbid you get them mixed up!!!) Rubber cement them to some Solar Orange and BAM you've got yourself a good looking page, right?
Seems simple enough. Well, today we were told that the mountings on the captions were thicker than the mountings on the pictures, so we had to re-do a HUGE stack of them. Are you kidding me?? Will Josie's mom really come tramping into the preschool, furious over the unevenness of the mountings on Josie's BARK RUBBINGS???
So I'm irritated. This is a total, complete waste of my time. Wouldn't it be more helpful to learn about classroom strategies or discipline, maybe?? But anyways, I go along with it. Some of the pages do look a little messed up (emphasis on A LITTLE) so I'm like whatever.
But the two girls next to me start to like, stress out maaaajor. Agonizing over PAPER!!!! "Is this even?" "Is that border too thick?" "Should I crop this a little more?" "Is there any way to smooth this out?" "Will the rubber cement stain the page?"
I start goin' crazy. I mean, I don't wanna say anything to these girls but inside I'm like you have GOT to be joking me! They are seriously having a cow. I mean geez if are stressing out over THIS how are you ever going to function in the real world?? Do you even know what the real world is?? (Mind you, these are girls who watch only G-rated movies and have never kissed a guy).
I walk down the hall to grab some rubber cement. The preschool's secretary is Facebooking and reading people's blogs. Wonderful.
Back in the room, the song "I Kissed a Girl" comes on the radio. "This song has an awesome hook," I say. "It gets in your head."
The two girls are obviously disgusted by the fact that I find the mildest of enjoyment in a song promoting lesbian activity. "This song is disgusting. I hate it" they say. Well allllllllrighty then!
I try to strike up another conversation. "Where are you from?" I ask one of the girls. "South Jordan," she says bluntly. No further comment. No "where are you from?" back or ANY elaboration on the conversation. What the shiiiizzz!!!! Have they no social skills whatsoever?? AM I THE ONLY NORMAL PERSON HERE??
"GUYS," I finally say. "Is Mr. Brad (our teacher) really going to be scrutinizing these pages THIS closely? I'm a perfectionist myself, and these look totally fine. I mean, this is ridiculous."
So what do these girls do? The mature thing of course! SHUN ME. It's horribly awkward for the rest of the time we're working. They won't make eye contact or talk to me. Not like they were before or anything.
As much as I hate to admit it, the stereotypes are true: most (not ALL, mind you...but a good percentage of) El Ed majors are just "sweet spirited" girls who could never survive in the real world. Does it REALLY matter if I put twelve drops of red dye into the play-doh instead of ten? If I accidently set out tangrams instead of puzzles for the kids to play with, will the world be set ablaze with unquenchable white-hot flames of DOOM??
Unfortunatley for these girls, it will. And unfortunatley for me, I have to work with them. And that's why I can't wait to get OUT of school, AWAY from Utah and live in the REAL world doing things MY way.
And unlike most other El Ed majors, I'll look daaaang good doing it too.
July 16, 2008
After Miss Theresa taught us about bark, we looked at bark chippings with magnifying lenses and drew what we observed.
We mount these captions on colored paper. Then we mount the actual project (usually a picture) on to the same color of colored paper (careful!! Cosmic Blue looks an awful lot like Lunar Aqua, and heaven forbid you get them mixed up!!!) Rubber cement them to some Solar Orange and BAM you've got yourself a good looking page, right?
Seems simple enough. Well, today we were told that the mountings on the captions were thicker than the mountings on the pictures, so we had to re-do a HUGE stack of them. Are you kidding me?? Will Josie's mom really come tramping into the preschool, furious over the unevenness of the mountings on Josie's BARK RUBBINGS???
So I'm irritated. This is a total, complete waste of my time. Wouldn't it be more helpful to learn about classroom strategies or discipline, maybe?? But anyways, I go along with it. Some of the pages do look a little messed up (emphasis on A LITTLE) so I'm like whatever.
But the two girls next to me start to like, stress out maaaajor. Agonizing over PAPER!!!! "Is this even?" "Is that border too thick?" "Should I crop this a little more?" "Is there any way to smooth this out?" "Will the rubber cement stain the page?"
I start goin' crazy. I mean, I don't wanna say anything to these girls but inside I'm like you have GOT to be joking me! They are seriously having a cow. I mean geez if are stressing out over THIS how are you ever going to function in the real world?? Do you even know what the real world is?? (Mind you, these are girls who watch only G-rated movies and have never kissed a guy).
I walk down the hall to grab some rubber cement. The preschool's secretary is Facebooking and reading people's blogs. Wonderful.
Back in the room, the song "I Kissed a Girl" comes on the radio. "This song has an awesome hook," I say. "It gets in your head."
The two girls are obviously disgusted by the fact that I find the mildest of enjoyment in a song promoting lesbian activity. "This song is disgusting. I hate it" they say. Well allllllllrighty then!
I try to strike up another conversation. "Where are you from?" I ask one of the girls. "South Jordan," she says bluntly. No further comment. No "where are you from?" back or ANY elaboration on the conversation. What the shiiiizzz!!!! Have they no social skills whatsoever?? AM I THE ONLY NORMAL PERSON HERE??
"GUYS," I finally say. "Is Mr. Brad (our teacher) really going to be scrutinizing these pages THIS closely? I'm a perfectionist myself, and these look totally fine. I mean, this is ridiculous."
So what do these girls do? The mature thing of course! SHUN ME. It's horribly awkward for the rest of the time we're working. They won't make eye contact or talk to me. Not like they were before or anything.
As much as I hate to admit it, the stereotypes are true: most (not ALL, mind you...but a good percentage of) El Ed majors are just "sweet spirited" girls who could never survive in the real world. Does it REALLY matter if I put twelve drops of red dye into the play-doh instead of ten? If I accidently set out tangrams instead of puzzles for the kids to play with, will the world be set ablaze with unquenchable white-hot flames of DOOM??
Unfortunatley for these girls, it will. And unfortunatley for me, I have to work with them. And that's why I can't wait to get OUT of school, AWAY from Utah and live in the REAL world doing things MY way.
And unlike most other El Ed majors, I'll look daaaang good doing it too.
Typical el ed major.
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