Oh what a busy week it was in the life of that unventilated, dusty hole we call a library...
It was the last week the Year 12s annoyed us with their presence. The rush of the last minute assignments, the nervous anticipation, the joy that there's over 100 less students to look at everyday.
Much to my chargrin our little helper is still irritating me with her existance. I don't care if she used to be a teacher, that she's very nice or that she's learning stuff. She takes up fucking space and hasn't done a damn thing to help yet. My Boss has often reminded me that a volunteer could do my job? Really? Because so far this one is fucking useless.
On Thursday I had to haul myself to the other side of town to update my first aid. It was a far better experience than the first time I did it but I still hated every second. I hate having to grope strangers into the recovery position or suck face with a dummy. While its interesting I just can't find the sympathy for say, a boy who was running about, went arse up over a chair he left out and cracked his skull on the floor. Sorry, but if one of the little fucks does that I'm going to ignore his pained groans and continue to shelve.
My moment of the week however, was not a negative one. It was at the final assembly for the Year 12s. This is where awards and prizes are given. The principal had decided to give two special awards this year and one was to my favourite African Boy. This boy I found out escaped the Sudan only 4 years ago and as of today doesn't know if his parents are still alive. He looks after his family, takes his elderly grandmother to the hospital twice a week. He was integral in the English as a Second Language programme in the school. He works with the new Sudanese families that come to the school and mentors the children. He speaks at fucntions, he's dealt with rascism issues in the school and he's just complete Year 12. The boy is also up for Young Australian of the Year. His peers gave him a standing ovation and he with cheeky charm bowed to the crowd. What an amazing, beautiful human being. He will go far.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Back to the Grind
Oh the underwhelming joy of returning to work after 2 weeks away from the cesspool of stress, sweat and painful stupidity.
Thankfully most of the stupid stayed home and the day was almost peaceful. Although, it could have just been that it was hot and because we don't have an airconditioner (yes no airconditioner in the Australian summer...great thinking fucktards!) that everyone was delirious from heatstroke.
I spent most of my day working through an exciting pile of Year 9 religion books and racing back and forth to the book hire room to hand out class sets of novels. This is always fun because the little shits never have their library cards or have stupid foreign names I can't spell. Today one teacher called to request a couple of books or his Year 8s in lesson 4. I organised the books, filled out the hire forms and printed class lists.
He didn't show.
The next lesson I had two classes booked in to get novels but low and behold, who turns up. "Oh I accidentally picked the wrong lesson..." Thanks so much Douche now I have to deal with three classes all wanting books at the same time and its my FUCKING LUNCH BREAK!
Actually Douche has also made a habit of talking on his mobile phone, all lesson, in the library. Seriously I want to take it and shove it up his Itallian arse and then have it ring until the battery goes flat and/or his rectum collapses. I mean not only is it annoying but its just damn rude.
On the upside I caught up with my favourite African Kid who told me how he spent the last 2 weeks back in Africa, in a tent. It was the worst holiday he's ever had. He hates tents. Methinks he should be grateful he gets to come back here and isn't stuck there like the rest of the suckers huh? Oh and he asked if during the summer holidays I was going to get a job at McDonalds...
Thankfully most of the stupid stayed home and the day was almost peaceful. Although, it could have just been that it was hot and because we don't have an airconditioner (yes no airconditioner in the Australian summer...great thinking fucktards!) that everyone was delirious from heatstroke.
I spent most of my day working through an exciting pile of Year 9 religion books and racing back and forth to the book hire room to hand out class sets of novels. This is always fun because the little shits never have their library cards or have stupid foreign names I can't spell. Today one teacher called to request a couple of books or his Year 8s in lesson 4. I organised the books, filled out the hire forms and printed class lists.
He didn't show.
The next lesson I had two classes booked in to get novels but low and behold, who turns up. "Oh I accidentally picked the wrong lesson..." Thanks so much Douche now I have to deal with three classes all wanting books at the same time and its my FUCKING LUNCH BREAK!
Actually Douche has also made a habit of talking on his mobile phone, all lesson, in the library. Seriously I want to take it and shove it up his Itallian arse and then have it ring until the battery goes flat and/or his rectum collapses. I mean not only is it annoying but its just damn rude.
On the upside I caught up with my favourite African Kid who told me how he spent the last 2 weeks back in Africa, in a tent. It was the worst holiday he's ever had. He hates tents. Methinks he should be grateful he gets to come back here and isn't stuck there like the rest of the suckers huh? Oh and he asked if during the summer holidays I was going to get a job at McDonalds...
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