August has been a bumper of a month for me. At the start of the month, I experienced working in a childcare centre for the first time. I’m a newly qualified teacher and a friend of mine offered me a shift at her childcare centre. There are many childcare jobs available and I wanted to see if it is a field that I should explore.
I worked as a floater at the childcare centre, taking over for people so they could go on their lunch break. I looked after babies, toddlers and pre-school aged children. I fed them, played with them and changed them.
At first I felt overwhelmed with learning the routines but afterwards I got use to the pace. I wouldn’t mind working in childcare as a mean time job but I wouldn’t take it as a career. I’m not really into childrearing; I’m more interested in teaching. Maybe I could work in childcare during the school holidays. It would provide an extra income for me as I am a relief (substitute) teacher and don’t get paid during holiday periods.
I also worked as a relief teacher in August. I mostly worked at two schools filling in for when teachers got sick or were away. I’ve had all kinds of experiences at both schools. I’ve had bad days where children would misbehave just because I was a relief teacher. They would refuse to follow instructions, back chat, run around the room and try to do as they pleased. I’ve also had really good days where the children were really friendly and polite. I had one perfect class where the children did as they were told, were very welcoming and helpful.
My dad had a heart attack near the start of the year and is still being rehabilitated over it. During August, he had another health scare where he had to go to hospital again. He’s fine now and life has returned to normal. I felt a bit sad about it and it left me in a bit of funk during that month. It just made me contemplate what life would be without him.
Another stressful moment I had was when I was accused of hitting a car while I was working at a school. I got a call from a person who worked at the school telling me that they had seen me reverse into their car. The person said that they had photos and a witness. I wasn’t entirely convinced that I had done because I didn’t remember hitting a car and there wasn’t a dent in my car. Fortunately, it turned out to be a case of mistaken identity. The other driver was looking for a driver of a red car and I own a white one so I'm off the hook.