Working with children= the best contraception
I’ve always wanted to be a writer, scriptwriter ideally. Writing is the thing I care about; it completes me and fills my life with orange blossom fever. How in hell instead of paper and pen, did I end up surrounded by children who sneeze and cough on my face? I guess it was a fear and panic attack...I graduated in June, had no job fearing to move back to my country and live with my parents again. I always wanted to move to Spain, to work in Barcelona/Madrid in film industry. Obviously the life was generous to me once again and the only job I could get was working in a bilingual school as a classroom assistant. Oh well why not? I thought.
You know I get why people are having children. They could be really cute with their chubby faces, perfect complexion, mischievous smile and tiny hands. Yeah if you see them on the photo, or in a cute baby advert it could seem like a perfect idea..... Unfortunately their cute faces are mostly dirty, they touch what they can find, lick everything around and they never shut up or stop moving.
I admit that sometimes I’m actually having fun working with children. They are so refreshing and innocent. The whole world is so new and strange to them and they look at everything in awe. That’s the thing: they make me look at world from different angle that gives me chills of joy. There’s a little boy called Manuel in my class and he’s such a dreamer. Mostly he’s eating the tree in the playground, sees things and points out at empty places saying: Can you see them, Miss Tami? And I’m like: No. How sad making? I wish I could see what he does.
My favourite one used to be little Hannah, only two with gorgeous doll-like face, short curly hair and glasses that magnify her eyes. Hanna hates male! If a man approaches she hides behind me. Unfortunately last week a nurse found out she’d had a hair lice. That just destroyed our relationship. Anything stops being cute and adorable when the lice are involved.
Despite all these cute moments, children can be so annoying! They complain shit lots. ‘He pushed me! She doesn’t want to be my friend! My tummy hurts.....’ One of my students Lulu hates eating in the school and each time before the lunch she’d always make up lies like: my belly hurts... Once she actually said that her upper lip hurt so she couldn’t chew. At some point I told her: Honey, that’s nothing. Wait till you get your period. That’s the real pain.
Please, kind people living in Europe if you have any writing/TV/film vacancies please hire me!!!
Well I got that gorgeous light blue bike and I was so content, thinking I don’t have to walk to the beach anymore. How splendid! First time I cycled with my gorgeous flatmate Kate and it wasn’t cool at all. You know to stay on the right side and to look straight all the time and to be careful not cycle into a pedestrian.....what a bore. On the way back however I had to cycle myself because I was supposed to Skype my brother who lives in Japan (he actually forgot about our Skype meeting. Timothy, I still remember this betrayal and I will) So I was cycling and cycling when I noticed that all the cars in my lane were going the wrong way round. Then the drivers started to beep at me and shout that I should have been on the other side. They were shouting so much that I got really confused and nervous. Eventually I stopped the bike, left it on the street and walked home crying. Honestly it’s better to walk even if it takes longer. It’s so hard to live in the world without direction sense and to get lost everywhere: supermarkets, empty rooms, balconies... Strangely I didn’t have that problem in London. I felt like the streets knew where I wanted to go and took me everywhere I wanted.
When you feel bad call your mother.
Of course I got ill after so many children were coughing/ sneezing on my face. My nose was blocked and I couldn’t breathe properly. I went for an x ray and the results were: asthma, allergy and cold. The doctor said that it was the humidity that this place is not good for my health that I should live in the city. Apparently my lungs love pollution. Anyway I woke up in the middle of Friday night being sick. I had to crawl to the laundry room to wash all that vomit. After that I was lying on the kitchen floor and the idea of having a boyfriend didn’t seem that bad anymore. I called my mother who wasn’t thrilled about me calling her that late saying: Oh my God, you’re just exaggerating! You’re like your father, a little flue and it’s the end of the world.
Attached a picture of my lovely face