This week’s Tile Tales goes out to all the Teachers, TA’s, Nursery Assistants and others who dedicate their lives to helping our little ones shine!
I think most of us have had a teacher we really admired. I’ve been lucky in my educational journey to have a few, and to them, I am so grateful. A teacher that you click with can truly change your educational journey. Thank you to you all.
Today’s tale was made with the Love Kit
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I love playing around with the magnetic poetry blocks. I’m no poetry writer so I prefer to create a short story of sorts. The kits can be found here (and they are free):
Week 1 – Tuesday: The always give me the dirty jobs, the sucky jobs, the ones I’m never going to develop, I’m never going to shine! They are undervaluing me and everything I do. Apprenticeship, they say, like they’re doing me some big favour, apprenticed to these old goons that don’t know their apples from their oranges.
They tried the traditional jokes, we need tartan paint, haha, yeah everyone laughed, but I got it right away, knew they were trying to mess with me. Jokes on them, I took an extra long lunch break to get the “tartan paint” got myself a nice coffee, browsed my phone, got my nails done it was great.
Week 1 – Friday: The twats tried it again with a long stand – seriously, I’m sure these jokes were around with the dinosaurs, so I took a long stand, in the shopping queue, got myself some great new clothes, I’m so ready for this weekend. I wonder what time they let people leave on a Friday? My friend Georgie has got half day finish on a Friday, lucky sod. IF they think I’m working to five they can do one.
Week 2 – Monday – Thank god! One week left. I showed up today in all my new nails and new gear, looking proper smart, ready to be wheeled out in front of the customers, well that’s why I applied here for my work experience. Do you know what those b*ggers had me doing? Emptying their blasted bins, and moving boxes around the stock room. Covered in dust head to toe.
Week 2 – Wednesday – I walked in late today and no-one really noticed. I spoke to the girl on reception (she seems nice enough but a bit mousy) and she said she thought that was me finisihed up! Hah! I wish. I wonder if that means if I took Thursday and Friday off no-one would notice. Probably a bad idea, I need to get that completion certificate and Keira said last year after her work experience they had a whip round and gave her fifty quid! And that was just for waitressing in a cafe. Imagine what I’d get at a place like this!
Week 2 – Friday – Well thank god thats over. I got no fairwell, no pat on the back, no cash, just a piddly handshake from the CEO who I’d only seen once.
Work Experience Report for C Mitchell
C Mitchell has problems with authority and a poor work ethic. They failed to establish any working relationships with the team and at best could be described as idle.
Parents Signature…. Students Signature….
Week 3 – Monday – Bollocks!!! My mum’s going to kill me.
I actually really enjoyed my work experience (I worked at a local cafe, got to keep my tips and even got offered a Saturday job at the end of it) but I saw this quote and couldn’t resist.
Laying in the water, she closed her eyes against the blinding sun. Just floating, listening to the water, clearing her mind. In the distance she could hear other sounds, children laughing, seagulls squawking but for now she ignored them all. She just needed five minutes to herself. Five minutes of alone time.
No-one could predict when they would hear bad news, or how they would react when they received it. With children, you don’t allow yourself time to process it, their needs must be met first, your anger, your pain, your processing comes later. Her five minutes were now.
Written in Response to:
July 18, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about floating. Who is floating, where, and in what? Is the floating real or felt internally? Whatever floats your boat, go where the prompt leads!
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Nothing beats hearing the right words at the right time.
Sam curled up in a ball, she pulled the blanket over her head and sobbed into the sheets. The force of the sob caused her to choke and cough but she couldn’t stop, her whole body needed her to cry, to release some of the pent-up pain, anger and frustration. Eventually, the noises stopped, her breathing calmed and she lay on the bed exhausted. Removing the quilt she rolled over and lay staring up at the ceiling. She had no idea how long she lay there but she could see the light from behind the curtains was fading and causing shadows to dance along the ceiling. Her phone rang loudly startling her.
“Hi, just calling to say that’s me setting off now.”
“Okay.” She sat herself up on the bed, she needed to go to the bathroom, wash her face and then try to muster the energy to face preparing tea.
“Have you been crying again?”
“Yes,” her voice escaped her in little more than a whisper.
“Okay, I’ll be home as soon as I can to give you the biggest hug.” Despite her mood, she smiled. “Don’t worry love, we’ll get through this together.”