Still here? Ok. Here goes.
Today I realized I am done working with kids. I’ve been feeling the three month itch for over three months but this, Pepitas and Pepitos, has nothing to do with my typically fickle Aries nature and everything to do with being fed up. I am indifferent when it comes to making a difference in the lives of children who carry a chip on their shoulder and a sense of entitlement that not even Donald Trump can afford. I am done chasing them to get the academic help they need and to attend programing that is not only academically beneficial but also fun.
We take them ice skating. We bring them to Dave and Busters. And to the movies and diners and overnighters. We give them gift cards to their favorite stores just for showing up to the center and outings. Yet, they whine and are defiant. They are disrespectful and have to be coerced to do something other than watching television.
No, thank you.
The Sujeiry that was once a teacher and a mentor for undeserved youth feels used, underwhelmed, and unappreciated. If I were to work with kids again, I would work with a population that beams when they receive love, attention, and aid; a group of students who are ambitious, artistic, and natural visionaries. Kids that remind me of the teen that I was: rough around the edges but with a twinkle in her eye and a passion to create, not hate or disobey.
The other kids can suck my tiny pepa™.
T-? days till this job and my role of “mentor” (otherwise known as “teen ass kisser”) is over.