So I dropped the kids off - in two lots. Marina was packing a wobbly so she got taken out of the pushchair and put in the genkan for daddy and granny to look after until I came back from taking Shou. An hour later I then take Marina in the car - tis still only eight ten though! Some washing gets hung, some dishes washed and then its time to head back to the kindy for my English time.
Had the big kids first and in general they were quite good. We read the hungry caterpillar and then used some flashcards. Cool flashcards that have furry bits and bumpy bits and shiney bits. They are meant to be fun to touch so no fun if they can't all touch them. I gave them rules. No grabbing. This stuff costs me money and I expect it to be in usable condition when I leave.
The first one to go round is a mirror that you can actually see yourself in. The girl beside me gets it and the plan is that she will look at it and pass it on to the boy beside her. I wonder. Is this too much to ask of 5 year olds? The boy tries to take it off her straight away and there is a tussle that ends up with my super duper cool flash card getting all bent and the boy hitting, no let me reword that, punching the girl in the face.
Yes, you read that right.
It is the same boy who had a go at Shou a while back - the one whose mother I am on the committee with. The girl in question used to be boss of her class last year and beat up the boys constantly. She isn't like that anymore (which gives me hope that slapper bitey bitch might get over her phase too) I saw this 'exchange' and immediately took the card off the boy and asked the girl, who was crying, how she was.
The teachers..... there were two of them..... and seeing as I witnessed it I wasn't watching them but I find it hard to believe that neither of them saw this....
they did NOTHING.
They did not even verbally reprimand this boy. And it was a punch people. IN THE FACE. If they didn't see it happen surely they would at least ask the girl why she was crying. Surely just my being their didn't stop them from behaving like they would normally behave??
Course of action.... me, the by now monster parent all the teachers will start to hate, - I am going to first of all ask how the girl is and then say that I don't teach in a classroom where it is OK for this kind of thing to happen. What is the pre-school's policy on this kind of thing? And I hope they don't mind that next time I come, if I witness this kind of thing again, and the teachers don't do anything, I WILL. I will pick that boy up, and sit him out in the hall and he can stay there for the lesson, which I will then make as fun as possible so that there is a lot of giggling and laughing for him to be 'missing out' on. He will then get brought back in and the class can together spend a few minutes thinking seriously about the course of this kind of action. He will also be made to apologize properly - none of this half laughing gomen shit.
So that wasn't all the drama this morning. After this class I had Shou and Marian and their little friends for half an hour. It was fine. The kids were a bit clingy and liking the novelty of mummy being at kindy. Sakura wasn't naughty. She wasn't interested much either, but at least she wasn't naughty.
Well, not for those 25 minutes.
As I was putting my stuff away one of the very lovely two year old girls went and sat next to Sakura. It appeared to me that Sakura had put her arm around this girl, which I thought nice but a bit odd, given her recent behavior. They are facing away from the room, sitting on the step to outside. I see Sakura start to strain, putting all her strength into something. I start to go over and the nice girl stands up with BLOOD DROPS DRIPPING DOWN HER CHEEK.
Fuck me. The teacher's first reaction was NOT to tell Sakura off. It also wasn't to go to the girl and ask how she was. It, to me, seemed that telling Sakura off (a slap on the hand and a bit of a shake by the shoulders and a 'why did you do that' kind of thing) was an afterthought. Because of me perhaps?
What kind of fucking muppet operation is this kindergarten running?
I got in the car with Ryu - who the teachers had held the whole time, no doubt freaking out if they put him down with bunch of stressed out for being in a small room with eleven bitey scratchy kids babies and toddlers he would end up getting a going over - and we drove for a while and I cried.
I am now leaning a lot more towards the side of 'the staff at the kindy are useless' as opposed to the it's all Sakura's fault.
I think Shou, for the most part is fine. He is in a room with two very sweet girls. Him and Marina fight a bit but thats to be expected I guess.
I am thinking I might try next week with Marina at home.
If it works, and she can be good while I have English class, or I can get Ryu to sleep then so that Granny K only has to look after her, then hub and I will talk about making it permanent. And Shou? He will be in the same room as the punchy boy next year. Hopefully the boy has calmed down by then.
Having two kids at home will mean no translation work whatsoever. We could look into the kindy in the middle of town, where Chiemi works, but we won't get second child discount there and Marina would be a 35000 for the month - which is slightly more than what Shou is. I don't particularly want them at different places. What I want is for the kindy to sort their fuckin shit out and make it a place where kids are having a bit more bloody fun and not getting beaten up by the handful of bullies, or at least that there are proper disciplinary rules in place so that the children learn that that kind of behavior is not acceptable.
So anyway, I was not a happy camper this morning. Had lunch and then Ryu and I had a big nap and five minutes after I woke up I got a lovely phonecall. I was a bit reluctant to pick it up thinking that it would be the crab and scollop shop up in Hokkaido AGAIN - hub and I went there on our honeymoon six years ago and bought two crabs to send down to his brother. They ring all the fuckin time, regardless of the fact that we haven't bought anything since.
But it wasn't, it was Heather. What a pleasant surprise. Sorry for not sounding more friendly Heather. I don't think I even asked how you and the girls were? How are you?
Heather saw some shark at the local supermarket, thought of me, and is going to freeze a pack and cool post it down so either on Saturday or Sunday night I will be able to make proper beer batter fush and chups.
You made my day Heather, you really did. I didn't know how I was going to pull myself out of sucky kindy depression but it looks like shark may well have saved the day :)