The Difference Between a Cage and a Cell

So this is what I do every morning.

That's my view everyday as I walk into my job at DuJardin Elementary school. That particular morning I was coming from the city and traffic was surprisingly light, so I actually got to work 20 minutes early and napped in my car.

One would think that the inside of a car is insulated enough to retain some heat, when I woke up I found out what being a tv dinner feels like.

This is my kingdom. Everything that I am responsible for is in this 8' cabinet. Not too stressful of a job considering the worst thing that's happened lately was a broken hole punch.

We have everything a kid wants; puzzles with missing pieces, SIX incomplete card decks, 4 year old Markers/crayons/colored pencils that are all worn out, half a box of disease spreading legos, 4 laptop computers that don't work, and RUMMIKUB!!!

Every child's favorite.

This is really their favorite thing. It's a game called scatter that's like dodgeball only with no teams, one ball, and I make up rules as we go along.

They love it and some times I get too into it, the ball is super light so as not to hurt a kid (or me) and it also allows for headshots to count which is awesome. But at the same time I have thrown my arm out way too often because the ball is maybe 30 ghms.

That's the snack selection.

Super healthy, the park district really focuses on fresh organic foods to ensure the kids get the nutrients they require.

Also note the movie selection: hariet the spy, willy wonka, and honey I shrunk the kids. All fine for maybe the first 3 times, but I've seen each movie maybe a dozen times at this job alone.

We've all been to grade school and I'm sure most of us remember the tables we had to sit at for lunch. Lunch at a grade school is 45 minutes long, lunch in middle school is maybe a half hour, and at Lake Park High we were given 25 minutes to eat every day. Sitting at these benches for that small amount of time really isn't that bad, but I am here for a total of 5 hours every day.

I fucking hate these benches, I ALREADY have awful posture, why the hell do they have to make seats like this? In the history of cafeterias no one has been able to come up with something that has backed-chairs that can fold into the wall? Come on world.

This is what the kids think I do when I say anything about playing in bands, the one with long hair in blue is Chris, and the one with pink is the artist herself.

So it's the same thing every morning, I don't know what got me to write something today but there you go.



PS: Having a mom who got laid-off recently has its' perks.