Nine o’clock came and I was introduced to the staff. There was Louise the mum of the group. She made sure everyone was ok especially me and sue. Sue was the leader that always ran around after everyone even though she was 6 months pregnant. She was also the person that ate everyone’s left over lunch; the reason was because the bump was hungry. The last girl was Karly and I don’t know how I would have got through the two weeks without her.
After meeting the workers it was time to meet the kids I had to put up with. Watching them come in and start playing I thought that I had got it easy, they looked so cute and innocent in their little uniforms. But that soon changed when they found out that their parents had gone. 30 minutes into the session and they were still crying. By break I had managed to settle a few of them but there was one boy that sat in front of the door waiting for his mum.
Freddie do you want to come paint. No me don’t like it. I tired everything but nothing worked. By the end of the day I was so tired, all I had done was read books and sing to the kids.
Friday was here and I couldn’t wait for the weekend so I could sleep. Monday came sooner than I wanted it to and it was back to work. Today I was helping the kids to paint and I was dreading it. Watching the week before I noticed that half the time the paint went everywhere except the paper and guess what I was right. One girl had managed to paint her hands and arms. Whereas another managed to paint his shoes by dropping the paint and trying to put it back into the pot with a paint brush without anyone noticing.
Even though I there was down sides to looking after the kids I didn’t want to leave there. It was mid week and my last day was only a couple of days away. Friday was probably one of the worst days of my work experience because I had to tell my group that I wouldn’t be back after the holidays. 3 o’clock came and I only had half an hour to go. I just wanted to turn the clocks back to my first day and start all over again. Louise finally stood up talking to the kids sitting quietly on the floor. I looked at Karly then at the floor, not knowing where to look. Louise had got Oliver to stand up and give me my present that they had brought me. I tried to say thank you but my voice was so shaky no one could understand me. Saying goodbye to them was horrible. As soon as I saw Oliver’s face I knew I was go to started crying. His little voice said. You cant go cos I aint gonna have no1 to play with. He sat on my lap and cuddled me where I started crying even though I promised I wouldn’t.
Looking back on my experience I had realise that I didn’t want to become a nursery teacher. Over the two weeks I had been kicked, punched, bite, pinched, head butted, had paint spilt over me and had children wipe their noses on my clothes. But the best bit was seeing the children play and having fun.
