Kindergarten educators

Bayi Kindergarten is located in the southeast corner of the compound, a separate courtyard with walls and gates. It should be a big house, bungalow, mansion, eaves, dark red purlin, indoor wooden floor. I can't remember many houses. A class has a house, which is divided into large, medium and small classes, and each class is divided into one class, two classes and three classes. There is a teacher and two educators in each class.

Kindergarten is special. Besides the director, there is an army leader and a full-time female military doctor. Teachers are kindergarten teachers outside the compound, and educators are family members of the army. Most of them came from the countryside with the troops, and their educational level can be imagined. One thing was treated as a joke. At that time, a disco had just started. A 40-year-old educator with a southern accent is playing outside with his children and greeting them. Come on, come on, kids. Now let's dance disco together. A child shouted, the teacher is Dickos. The teacher said Dickos, dancing is like disco.

I am an educator in kindergarten, which sounds good. To put it bluntly, I am a nurse, a staff member who does all kinds of chores outside the teacher, cleaning, cooking and sharing meals, and taking full-time care of children's feet and buttocks.

Every child is a treasure, and it is not 100% guaranteed that it will not happen. Children's parents are cadres at different levels in three ministries (headquarters, political department and logistics department), and anyone above kindergarten can do it.

When I was in the store, I stood at the counter for a short time, so I didn't deal with customers directly as a cashier. As a director of women, the commune propaganda committee is a cadre, leading others. I didn't fall into the supply and marketing cooperative to do statistics, but worked in the office. When I entered kindergarten, I became a nanny. This kind of gap and mood is beyond the understanding of leaders and colleagues.

I have to run back and forth on the road during an hour's lunch time. I had to buy a bike and run on the asphalt road in the compound. Go home and turn on the honeycomb stove, take a few bites in a hurry, and fly back when the time is almost up. I am used to leisure in the supply and marketing cooperatives, and such tension is very distressing.

The military education brigade is not in the compound, and the father of the child will come back on weekends and leave on Monday. Basically, I was busy at home and depressed, and no one told me. I was not normal for a while. One day, I hid some scissors under the bed to let the children cut paper in class. The teacher found them missing in class and looked everywhere, but I just didn't say anything.

Sometimes I get off work late at night and can't go home until the night shift comes. Once in the afternoon class, the teacher accidentally burned a child's hand, and the tender hand could get a bubble. The teacher left after class and I was on duty. When the child's father came to pick him up, he saw that the child's fingers were blistered, and his father's love immediately made him lose control. He was very emotional and asked me what I thought of the children. At first, I politely explained the situation to him and said I was sorry. He is still full of energy, and his attitude is firm and loud. I was angry, too. Don't say I didn't do it. Even if it is, is it still useful to blame it? He replied in the same tone: "It's hot, sue whoever you like!" ! He paused, looked at me, picked up the child and left.

I guess he's used to talking about others and hasn't met him yet. Later, I learned that he was from the political department.

What I'm doing here is really humbled. I'm a stranger and have no suitable place to go. I'm exhausted. Write home every time and say it's good. The address of the envelope and the serial number of the troops only wrote the word "Junqing", and dared not write kindergarten. I feel embarrassed.