My job at Kid Zone

I work in a place called a child zone. Children's Zone is a place for children's parties. I am a girl landing in the child zone. The work of a girl on the floor is easy, but it can make you tired. There are two girls at regular meetings. When the party starts, the girl stands by the door, greets guests, and takes customers' shoes, jackets, gifts. Then tag the children with a name tag. The girl on the other floor stands on the mat and dominates the children who arrived. About 15 minutes, we started with some games.

I thank the school who announced the trip as a "no phone" area. It does not include cameras, video games, etc. The most amazing thing is that the children are behind - there is no back or sneaky thing. Children are very talkative (very!) And I am participating. They ask questions, ask for respect and kindness, and run around like children. This will be my last observation

I cook dinner every evening and take the children to the piano and karate. I teach T ball and soft ball. I read video games, playing, watching Netflix, walking the dogs. I went to bed with my child and went to the gym soon. My work is very important, but that is only a part of me as a person. Our teachers need to work hard not to rely on our work to define. In short, public education requires people and all who are committed to doing their jobs. It requires people who have worked in the industry for a long time, focusing on continuous improvement and achievement of work-life balance. We can not keep accepting stories. We are never enough. We should return to the classroom and accept only the perfection of ourselves and others. If we can not find this balance, our system and its students will continue to suffer

Although I have read my story many times, I am considering acquiring my master's degree from 9 to 5 jobs. But then I noticed that it was in a dangerous area. An area where life is very comfortable will make you forget how you feel uncomfortable. How to make the breath of the fire angry In other words, our society is forcing us to a comfortable area where efforts to fight for more are taken pictures on the wrist and told to turn around I will. Forgotten road I follow the words of nuts road like a squirrel. The word is my house. Language is my heart. I want to know that there are many people who have fallen into a sudden lie that we tell ourselves. If we choose the popular choice, life will be easier. Our lives guided by society's needle tell us that stability is the goal of our efforts. I am different. I have not reached my dream of life. I climb, always climb, I use words as a ladder