SENIORS: homework for October 13 due tomorrow
Making the Ordinary, Extraordinary
Answer any one (1) of the questions from Part A or Part B. Respond below or bring your answers to class tomorrow.
Part A (for those of you who have worked a job)
Answer any one of these in a few (6-10) sentences. Answer only those questions that might have somewhat "interesting" answers that could be woven into a short story.
When you aren't busy, what do you do at work to pass the time?
Tell me about a situation that occurred to you at work that might be woven into a short story.
How you ever had to do something at work (in a position of authority) that you didn’t want to do? Did you do it? Why or why not? Did you learn anything from the experience?
Have you ever quit a job? Been fired? Tell me about it.
Tell me about one of your co-workers. Describe him or her in an interesting way.
Tell me about some line or phrase that a co-worker said that is interesting, clever, funny, etc.
Tell me about your boss.
Describe your customers, clientle, etc. in an interesting way. Do you have nicknames for any of them? Do you recognize certain "types" of customers?
Part B (observing St. Mark's High School)
Answer any one of these in a few (6-10) sentences. Answer only those questions that might have somewhat "interesting" answers that could be woven into a short story.
Tell me about a real-life person at St. Mark’s who would make an interesting fictional character for a story or novel. Explain why (description, what he does, what he says, what others think about him, etc.). Do not be critical or mean in your choice or your explanation.
Tell me about a situation or scene or event that has happened at St.Mark’s that could be the basis for a story. Do not be critical or mean in your choice or your explanation.
Tell me about a place (setting) at St. Mark's that for some reason, would be a natural but also interesting setting for a story.
Describe some particular group of St. Mark's people in an interesting way---your lunch table, your theology class, the science department, etc. Do not be critical or mean in your choice or your explanation.
Give me a list of the latest teen slang and jargon, but keep it classy, St. Mark's.
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Last summer I worked at State Farm for my neighbor who needed someone to answer the phones and file papers. I worked from 9 to 5 and let’s just say it was interesting. I have never met such a wide variety of people in my life. They have the kind people who would come in and tell me their entire and I mean entire life story. There were people who were from places like Germany or Korea, some new 16 year old drivers, some extremely happy, and some very grumpy impatient people. Every kind of person you can possibly imagine walked through the door of State Farm last summer. Every day there was an exciting story or an interesting person who showed up.
Part B. Its pep rally day at St. Mark’s High School and everyone is wired, ready to scream their lungs out. Freshman, sophomore, and juniors are in color wars, while the seniors are ready to hunt down the underclassman. Each class goes through their class song and unity cheer with excitement and thrill. The Student Council officers set up the much anticipated musical chairs game, and as the music plays on the juniors just narrowly beat out the senior for the musical chair win. As Mrs. Taylor strolls on to the middle of the mat, everyone is expecting her to call out the seniors as the winners of the pep rally. “The 2011 Spirit Stick is won by… the juniors!” The seniors are in shock.
The St. Mark’s cafeteria is like most normal cafeterias in many ways. Most cafeterias I know of could be great places for the setting of a story or part of a story. There are many different people there throughout the day and if the story is being told from someone working in the cafeteria, the story could take place all day and include many people in the school. If it is from the point of view of a student, it could be about their lunch table or about one specific odd thing that happened there. With a variety of food, people, workers, and teachers watching over the students, a lot happens in the cafeteria. It is also one of the most important places in the school. When there was a fire in the cafeteria last year, school was canceled because there must be a working cafeteria for school to happen at all. I believe an entire book could be written with the main setting being the St. Mark’s cafeteria.
Everyday we, as students, walk into Saint Mark’s and begin to roam the halls. These halls, by the way, are always filled throughout the day. Have you ever been at Saint Mark’s after hours? When the school is lit by a few faint lights and only a few souls wander the campus. Because of this I think Saint Mark’s at night would be the perfect setting for a horror movie to take place. Being at Saint Mark’s late at night I have gotten the sensation of fear or eeriness since the school seems almost abandoned. In conclusion I feel the setting would be very natural yet interesting for a scary movie.
I am a hostess at an italian restaurant near my house. On weekdays I am the only hostess, lonely at the hostess stand, but on the weekends there are two hostesses at a time. We have to do take-out orders, seat people, and deal with all of the waiter's bills. It is an upscale restaurant so many rich folks come in, with many varying personalities. We have categorized them into three types: The snobs, the emotionless, and the bubbly. The snobs walk in as if someone above them is yanking a string attached to their nose and they have almost cost me my job several times. The emotionless do not answer when I say "Hi, how are you." and reply that the food that they obviously enjoyed and wolfed down was just "okay". Lastly, the bubbly are always friendly and say things such as "Dear Lord the food was amazing I'm going to recommend you to all my friends!" although usually, these tend to also be the drunks.
St. Marks’s: Behind the Scenes
We walk the halls of St. Mark’s High School every day. We know our teachers, our friends, our disciplinarians, and guidance counselors. But, like any great rock show, the “performers” are not the only people involved, a “show” requires hundreds more who work tirelessly behind the scenes; setting up the stage, placing the sound system where it needs to be, hooking up the cables, cleaning every seat in the stadium to be spotless, preparing food, driving the tour bus, back-up dancers and singers, etc.. So my question is what happens behind the scenes at our very own St. Mark’s High School. We walk in every morning to the shiny white floors, the newly vacuumed carpets, and the unlittered halls. What happens after the last Spartan has left? We sit down and eat a delicious lunch every day, but what really happens in the kitchen. What do the people in the finance office really do? Or who’s that guy who sits in the office between the gym and the band hallway? So many people work hard to make our school what it is and we don’t even know who they are. What is St. Mark’s like behind the scenes?
Through the summer and up until now, I have worked at Two Cousin's PIzza in Hockessin. Over the past few months, I've begun to notice quite a few "regulars." Some that I have come to know are Jake, who comes in everyday and sits at the same table, the man who comes in every sunday to order Hawaiian pizza and a salad, and Mrs. Tulley, who always strikes up the best conversations when she is waiting for her pick up order. It's surprising how much you can learn about people just by serving them pizza or a sandwich. Sometimes I feel like I know these customers so well, yet I've never seen them anywhere but from behind the counter. One of the things I like most about my job is the customers, "regulars" or not, because they make it fun and they are the reason we do what we do.
Let’s just say I work with some interesting and very unique people at Cappriottis. One of my co-workers, Patrick, is only 16 year old boy, with a southern drawl, that tries to impress every college girl that comes into the store. He wears huge vibrant orange gauges in his ears and he thinks he is just the coolest kid ever. Patrick thought he was too cool for school so he dropped out sophomore year and his goal in life now is to become a singer in one of the groups of insane clown posse. Now you probably haven’t heard of this group before because neither have I before I met him. Fans of the insane clown posse which are called “juggalos” typically wear face make up, are big on drinking and drugs, and enjoy the loud-horrific music the band performs. Being a fan of this group does not make him a bad person; it just makes him very different and would be an interesting character in a short story.
It wasn't a church. There was no steeple or alter. The Saint Mark's gymnasium was the last place anyone expected to be enlightened by the Holy Spirit. Just a day before that very gym was filled with screaming fans and an hour later it would once again be consumed by the everyday hustle and bustle of the phys. ed. classes. Mass at St. Mark's would make any sane person think the world was ending, that there was no possible way that that many teenagers could be that silent, dead silent. During pep rally it would be near impossible to get all of the classes to be quiet for the thirty seconds it would take to make an announcement, but there we all were, freshmen to the immediate right, sophomores to the immediate left, juniors to the back left, and of course seniors to the back left, with the chorus in between the juniors and seniors. One glance around that gym and it's made clear that a steeple and alter don't make up a church or even mass, the people do.
A place at St. Mark's that would be a good and natural setting for a short story would be the senior lounge. This would be a good place to set a story because there is always so many people in there and so much going on. There is the tv, computers, loads of chairs and tables. In the senior lounge there is multiple activities going on. There are students there to do their homework, there are kids there to watch t.v., and there are kids there just to hang out with their friends. This would be a natural place for a story because of all the activity. The people in the lounge would make for a great story.
The setting is the Friday of spirit week. The almighty seniors line the driveway screaming and chanting as the rest of the cars pass into our territory. We flood the halls with camouflage intimidating the lower classmen. The time of pep rally finally arrives and the entire student body fills the gym chanting and screaming cheers of their class. We sing our songs, watch the anticipated game of musical chairs, and support of classes. Obviously the seniors are the best. Then Terry Taylor announces “the winner of the spirit stick is….the Juniors.” The seniors rebel in anger.
Many people have jobs at a supermarket or a clothing store. My job was technically a summer babysitting job, yet babysitting 9 and 12 year olds is an interesting time. Being a babysitter, I was the authority. I made the rules, I cooked and cleaned and I was the carpool. At first, when I was asked to babysit over the entire summer, I didn’t want to get up early and watch 3 kids all day. I then realized that I needed the money so I took the job. Being around these kids has changed me; I feel more responsible and I felt like a part time “mom”. Although, at times, I felt like a kid at heart when I was playing with them, it made me realize that one day when I’m a parent, I’ll be able to hopefully take care of my kids the way I took care of them. I would love to babysit again, maybe for another summer. It was a great experience, especially since I love kids, and now I feel like a “mom”.
The hallways of St. Mark’s are mobbed with people. During class, a random person will shout something in the hallways that makes every class in that hallway laugh. Trying to get to your locker throughout the day can always be interesting depending on which hallway your locker is located. Someone’s locker may be in a hallway that is always crowded or in a hallway that is never crowded. Different hallways are known for different subjects such as the 140s hallway is known for art while the 350s is for science. Every hallway has its own story to be told.
Part A. Tell me about a situation that occurred to you at work that might be woven into a short story.
This past summer I worked as a camp counselor at a barn out in West Chester. The kids I worked with were between the ages of five and twelve. Every day after lunch, the kids would put on their bathing suits and go down to the creek and every day they would make up silly games to play with each other. One of the little girls, this particular week, happened to be a little overly dramatic and when they would play their games she would get upset and make a scene. I adjusted to this ritual of hers and allowed them to continue their games because there was no harm in their play. This particular day, however, the little girl, Abbey began crying because she believed the game had gone too far. She then stormed up to the barn and proclaimed “I’m going home! I’m done! I’m calling my mom to come pick me up!”. When her mother arrived, the barn manager yelled to her daughter who was still in the creek next to me, “JACQUELINE! GET UP HERE NOW!” and from that point on I knew they were in for a rough afternoon.
Part A. Describe your customers, clientle, etc. in an interesting way. Do you have nicknames for any of them? Do you recognize certain "types" of customers?
During the summer I worked at an auction near my house. I never imagined how unique of a job it would turn out to be. Not because of the rare items we sold, but because of the eccentric people I encountered. The auction was held every Friday night starting at exactly 4 p.m, however the “regulars” had to get there early to scour out the good items. To pass time, my friend Jess and I would scope out the most interesting people of the night. Once we had them figured out, we would name them according to their individuality. One man in particular named Dennis would always come in early to look at watches. His common question to me was always, “Do you think this is real silver?” and I’d stand there clueless and say, “Uh I don’t know?”, so we gave him the name “watch man.” There was also another man who would circle around the tables to look at larger items. We always knew he was there regardless if we saw him. His nickname was “stinky”. Then there was “Werewolf”, whose excessive body hair earned him that name. Like half the people there, he would just come in to socialize.
When I’m not busy serving the world’s best water ice at Rita’s, I’m cleaning. I wish I could just sit there and not do anything but I’ve gotten that phone call, you know, the one where your boss barks, “Get back to work and do something! Clean!” I really despise cleaning. It is the one true thing I hate with a deep passion. Seriously, my room looks like an atomic bomb went off. But, somehow at work, cleaning makes the time pass by rather quickly. Yes, I admit cleaning walls with a sponge sounds mundane and it is but it is definitely better than sitting and listening to the spotty radio. So the next time you come to Rita’s, take a look around and notice how sparkly clean the machines are and how white the blinds and walls are!
As you know from my personal essay, this summer I worked at Camp Grove Point, which was an all-female girl-scout camp. As you also know, I had some experiences there that I will never forget. The one that sticks out in my mind as the most interesting was the time that I channeled the spirit of Steve Irwin. You see, at the camp where I worked, I lived there from Sunday to Friday night. I slept in a tent with my coworkers and we all had luggage in various stages of disarray. Something else to note would be that these tents that were stuck right on the edge of the woods, so we were pretty familiar with deer visiting the site to chow down on the vegetation that we lived near. However, we were not at all accustomed to the visitor that slithered into our tent, and onto one of my coworker’s duffel bags. The bag was black, so she picked up, unaware of the creature on top of it, then felt its scaly body and realized that it wasn’t her bag. She threw the snake in shock and it landed in the middle of the tent. It took me a moment to comprehend what it was because it was immobile-probably traumatized from the flight. Then, it moved and I understood that it was indeed a snake. My first inclination, having watched Steve Irwin do so many a time on television, was to try and pick it up. This was a very bad idea. As I went to grab for its tail, it lashed back at me and hissed and stuck out its tongue. It was worse than the goose that had hissed at me a while back. The snake never bit me, but it got pretty close, and then I realized that Steve Irwin was dead and what in the world was I doing and ran away. All that week, when I heard hissing noises, or saw a long, dark root sticking out of the ground, my heart would throb and I would get panicky. Needless to say, I now have a pretty big fear of snakes, which had never before existed.
I think the Art classrooms at St. Marks have a certain appeal to them that would make them an interesting setting. The classes are big with bright light, giving a very open feeling in not just space, but mindset. The colors found in the posters and the works of art are inspiring. I could see a character being inspired or having an epiphany in those classrooms. They are often lively and full, but the space feels smaller when it calms down, when everyone focuses on their own work. The space is also often ventured into after hours or during free time, where the student is alone with the art, often allowing someone to seriously reflect on the posters and their creations. I think that I'd be a meaningful, interesting everyday story if aspects of this setting were involved.
Over the summer I worked at Arbys near Wendy's and main-street. It was a great job for over the summer and I made alot of money. I spent most of my time as a cashier, Taking each customers order when they first enter the restaurant. It was a very simple job but very time consuming. I had to quit during the school year because it was too time consuming to go to school and work. Overall I enjoyed the experience alot.
The track team comes together as a family ever year. This particular group of people is my new family. As a junior I went out for my first year of track, and they immediately took me in as one of theirs. I have many "sisters" and "brothers" on the team who are always there for every race, and support me throughout. The coaches act like parents. They cheer, they motivate, and they support all of their "children." Everyone cares about each other, and unlike most families, we did not fight. The track team ran together, and stayed strong. Every race was a big deal, and we trained hard. Even when the times got tough, and we felt sick to our stomachs after running our hearts out, we stayed together as a family. No matter what happened in each race we stuck together. Even if one of us had a bad race it did not matter. It is okay to mess up around your family. No matter how badly you mess up, my track family is always there for me. We all care for each other, and I have never felt this way with any other team before. My track family is one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me at St. Mark’s High School.
When I was a sophomore I worked at Bruster’s on Kirkwood Highway. It was the worst possible job. My boss was a crazy chain smoker who appointed her drop out daughters as assistant managers. They didn’t like me from the start because I went to private school. Lisa, my boss, kept Bruster’s dirty. She liked to call the cockroaches “box bugs” because she didn’t think it was a problem. All over the store there were dead stink bugs, tons of ants, and cockroaches. She would smoke over the ice cream machine as she made the ice cream and if there was mold on the ingredients, she would scoop it off and still use it. The store would only become somewhat clean when she knew there was an inspection coming up. And then she would make us all stay extremely late in order to tare the place apart and clean. Most of the people I worked with there were extremely troubled kids, one of which was on house arrest. I didn’t understand why out of all the employees, she hated me the most. She would threaten my job about once a week. And by the end of my six months there she had thrown bleach on my friend Matt. That was my breaking point. I couldn’t continue to work with a psycho so I quit and it was the best decision I’ve made.
I’m a barista at a Starbucks in a Safeway and believe me when I tell you I’ve seen it all. Having shifts at six in the morning and seven at night brings in a variety of different characters. I’ve met caffeine addicts, some who insist on consuming caffeine when they could use the opposite, and some who have no idea what they want. One of the most interesting ‘types’ of character is the mother shuffling three or four kids around, slowly running out of steam as she hurriedly tries to grab everything on that two page long grocery list and order a tall double shot pumpkin spice latte without losing her patience. Quickly, I make her the drink and with a short farewell, she’s gone just as soon as she came. Waiting in her spot is another typical customer. As she walks up, I call her drink in my head. A grande skinny vanilla latte, two splendas, hold the foam. As she orders, regurgitating the list as I had expected. The most fun thing about Starbucks is meeting so many different types of people and these people would make a story very interesting.
For over a year now, I have been working at Timothy's in Newark. I work every Wednesday and Sunday. Since I have been working there, the same "regulars" have come in ever Wednesday. The family is referred to as the Refugee's because this is their last name. This family is not very "normal". After seeing them every week for over a year I have learned the culture of this family and learned some of their likes and dislikes.
Two summers ago, I had the best job experience of my life so far. I was working as a secretary in a doctor's office in California during my 3 week visit there. It was the first time I actually worked consistently, even if it was only for just a 3 week period. Usually there were patients coming in for botox, juvederm, weight loss pills, and other nonsurgical treatments. I was taking calls, scheduling appointments, filing paper work, assisting the patients to the rooms, etc. My boss was actually one of my mom's best friends. Him and I were "buddy buddy" outside of work, but during work, he was especially hard on me. I guess it's because he wanted me to have a big learning experience. My boss would constantly be on top of me when he heard me say, "yeah" or "you're welcome" on the phone or to a patient. I was taught to say, "yes" and "my pleasure" instead. When I wasn't busy around the office, me and my three co-workers would just pass the time by talking and what not. Several of the patients were involved in acting or modeling. I actually had one patient talk to me about how he was in one of the American Pie movies as the lacrosse goalie. He told me a little secret, that if you look closely during the lacrosse game scene, you can see that all the lacrosse players whom are extras are actually 40 year old men (when they should be way younger). Over all, it was quite the experience. I learned so much, met a ton of new people, and had the time of my life. It was pure bliss to be working this job; even if it was for 3 weeks.
I think my friend and your student, Billy Dombroski, would make a good fictional character in a television show or movie. Bill has a physical comedy, much like Jim Carrey, in the way he moves and the facial expressions he uses. Bill is able to make a thousand different faces that all make me crack up, also I find the way he saunters around to be quite comical as well. Bill would make fantastic comic relief in a film because he is never too serious and is always quick to same something slightly dumb or a witty remark about a person or situation.
As a tennis coach, young kids were my clientele. Everyday I taught was new and exciting in so many ways. Young kids will always keep you on your toes, and you never know what will come out of their mouths next. They taught me patience over the course of a few weeks. It was one of the most fun and challenging things I have done and most likely will maintain the title of most interesting job I have had for a while. Those clientele are truly a league of their own.
There was a lot of down time in the little store I worked in over the summer. Fortunately there was an outside restaurant next door with some very cute employees. My store consisted of 7 girls and only 1 boy so it was nice to be able to walk outside and be able to socialize with other people. My one friend, and co-worker, would always sit on the counters and stare at the cute servers scurry around through the big window. I sometimes wondered if they noticed her always watching them. She would pick out her “favorites” and would gush all over them every time they worked. By the end of the summer we had all become best of friends, giving each other free food and candy, and even hanging out on breaks and after hours.
I occasionally work for my friend’s family. They own the Delaware Historic Plate company and are the people responsible for all the black and white license plates you might see on the road. Though it is not a formal job, you could call my friend’s dad my boss when I do work for him. I have never met a man quite like Mr. “angry” Dave Miller. His nickname is a little misleading, personally I have never seen him unarguably angry but he has the ability to make you feel like he is. He can stare at you without saying a word with a straight face for what feels like an eternity. He stands about 3 inches taller than me but the way he looks at you it feels like 3 feet. He understands the niceties of society but chooses to ignore them. They first time I helped him was at Newark Night handing out flyers and t-shirts, afterwards he reached into his wallet to pay me. I said that was alright because that is the normal thing to do but instead of insisting like most other people do he put the money back in his wallet and said, “ok, cool.” He is a very nice man if you’re on his good side but I would hate to see what his bad side looks like.
I believe that Mr. Good would be and interesting character in a story. I think that it would be interesting to hear how someone who is deaf manages to teach kids in school. It must be difficult to interact with that many people everyday in silence. I think that it would be interesting to read how he has gone through life and experiences his day. It must be hard having to speak with people all day when you do not know for sure if it is right because you cannot hear it. He must feel excluded even among his friends because he has this huge thing that is different. I know if I were deaf I would always be worried that there was someone behind me trying to talk to me and they would think that I was ignoring them. I think that he would be an interesting character woven into a short story because he is realistic but he is still interesting because he is different from the everyday reader.
Part B:
The clock hits 2:41 and all of a sudden the gym lobby is full of people. Many students are rushing out to their cars, but others are loitering and talking to their friends. As for me, I feel as if I am in New York City trying to maneuver around everyone to get to the girl’s bathroom. Squeezing, bumping, and shoving through the crowd of students, I finally make it to the bathroom to get changed for practice. Many would think that the is like a ghost town in the day, but as soon as the bell rings at 2:41 it becomes a football stadium, crowded as can be. When you walk through the gym lobby at the end of the day, you realize how many students actually go to Saint Marks.
I started working at kohl's during the summer. The customers are mainly women. Once this guy came in and tried on a dress and asked my co-worker if it made his butt look weird. That was probably the most outrageous customer I have ever encountered. The other customers are normal. I am usually asked "Do you work here" when I have to wear a lanyard that says kohl's and a name tag.
My first real job (besides babysitting) is at Panera Bread in the Christiana Mall. I always work closing shift which I think is the hardest because I work all by my lonesome during the two dinner rushes we get. As I was in the process of taking the what seemed to be thousands of dishes back to the dish washer, Tony, making the coffee, changing the milk, changing the sani-buckets, cleaning the bathrooms, taking out the trash, sweeping the floor, taking the customers trays, and cleaning up messy tables, I hear a voice saying, "Um, excuse me, miss? Um, my son just got sick in this booth." My first reaction is "Oh my God, anything else?" But of course I responded nicely and cheerfully. I trudged into the back and unwillingly put on gloves, grabbed four rags, and a bucket expecting the mother to still be there. But when I arrived, I was not graced by her presence. Instead, they left all of their trays (at Panera, the customer takes their own tray to a designated spot and throws out their own trash) and left me with a messy booth. Meanwhile, the coffee was late coming out, the bu tubs had filled up, the tables were dirty, the managers were mad, and my night was just beginning.
I think the best place for a setting of a story would be the St. Marks cafeteria. If you think about, alot of stories or plots have scenes that are set in the cafeteria. There is so much going on in the cafeteria, you have all the kids walking in with their friends, rushing to beat the crowd and getting the best food. There are also teachers and other adults coming in and out, each person having a different story or point of view. With this wide assortment of people all sitting together, there is bound to be something interesting that happens. The cafeteria is so diverse with all different ages, and groups of people coming in, and so much going on it would be the best place for a story setting.
An interesting place for a story that is a natural scene for St. Mark’s would be the driveway leading up to the school. During the day, the driveway is just a normal road leading up to school where countless cars full of students travel back and forth from school to home. But, imagine this very same driveway at night, perhaps even on a foggy night. The driveway becomes almost like an entirely new place while overlooking the dark campus, absent of the bustling life of St. Mark Spartans. This could be home to any number of mysteries or openings to a horror movie, the possibilities are endless. Alas, school is over well before the sun sets so there is no need to have to witness this eerie sight.
My full-time job for the past three years has been babysitting for different families. For this school year, I have one family that I’m primarily babysitting for. Every day afterschool, I pick them up from their bus stop and take them to their father’s house. On this particular day, everything seemed to be going normally, and I got the kids off the bus without a problem. After the usual seat belt check, I started my car and started down the hill. Right away I heard a sound coming from my car, as if the parking brake was stuck on. I pulled to the side of the road and checked my brakes, my tires, everything I could think of. Nothing looked out of place. It turned out that my parking brake had broken and was stuck on! I knew I couldn’t drive it, but I had to get these kids to their father’s house. It was a day where I had to use real-life problem solving, and made me feel like an accomplished person when everything worked out.
A place at St. Mark’s that would make for an interesting story would be the gym. The gym can hold the entire school plus more and because of its sufficient space a lot can occur. It may just seem like a normal gym but so much can go on in it. We hold mass there school-wide and it becomes a powerful room filled with caring prayerful students. There could be so many different, interesting stories that could take place with many circumstances and outcomes. This gym would make for the best story location in St. Mark’s even though it may just be a gym.
A) As a soccer referee I have had to make a lot of tough calls. None more so than the controversial winning goal of a Mighty Might (Under Eight) game. It was a short thirty-minute game with two fifteen-minute halves, and a coach who did not want to lose. Being at a maximum of no more than ten or so feet from the coach at any given moment, and being in his “splash zone” from his spitting and yelling frenzy, the pressure was mounting. With the score tied at twelve to twelve, it would be unlucky number thirteen that would decide the fate of the short attention spanned children, and the one psychotic coach. The children would get over it with some spoils of ice cream and candy, but the coach would lose many hours of sleep over the call and would probably cry..
B) A place at St. Marks that would be an interesting setting for a story would be “Ground Zero”. The Main Office is located there and it is where the majority of students enter the school. It is also where the tardy people must go to either drop off a late slip or go to Welcoming. On a daily basis there would always be an interesting story there, being a group of scared “Spartans for a Day’s” first visit to High School, or the interesting stories people say when they enter into the school.
Since March of 2011 I have worked at Funsteps Preschool and Childcare. I love my job including all of the work that is necessary for a teaching assistant. I have to clean up from lunch, change diapers, teach the kids, and close up shop every night, which includes setting up everything for the next day. When I am not working I like to play with the kids and talk to the other teachers. I have met a lot of people at work and many of them became close friends in a short amount of time. As time goes by throughout the day, “kids sure say the darndest things” is an understatement for what my little buddies do. Let’s just say there is never really a dull moment while at my job. With children ranging from six months to twelve years old you never know what to expect with each new day. We always have so much fun while we are working because we love what we do.
For the past 2 years i have been working at st. john's after care program. I work afterschool from 3-5, every kid is all the same in that they all work equally as hard to annoy you and get under your skin. On the other hand though, all the kids are different because each child tries to annoy you in their own way in which they think is funny. I learn a lot every day from working their. If you take jokes personally then it would not be a job for you, you just have to let everything roll.
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