Well, Christian and I gave it our best shot at "Foundations for the Future". However, it didn't work for either of us. I had major concerns with their sanitary issues, and low and behold Christian ended up getting Rota Virus because of fecal to hand contamination. It was a total nightmare. He began vommitting and had horrible diarrhea. Then, his color was all off and he was limp as a rag doll. We arrived at the Children's Healthcare of Atlanta urgent care, and I could see the concern in the nurses faces, all three of them that were in our room. He had to be taken in an ambulance to Scottish Rite Children's Hospital Downtown. They started his iv in the ambulance, continuing the fluids for many many hours at the hospital until he perked up. Finally, around 11pm I was able to nurse him his first meal in over ten hours. After the doctor was sure he could hold it down assisted with a perscription, they let us go home. For the next feew days, he was still under the weather. I worried he wasn't hydrated enough, but he finally came out of it.
Before I even knew Christian had been infected, I quit. I had problems with the school because they projected an upscale image. However after spending more then a couple hours there, their poor choices and shortcomings became more than apparent. Teachers were not given the proper supplies to clean and sanitize their rooms. There were not enough hands and eyes to care for all of the children in the classroom. Therefore, children were hitting, biting, and kicking each other. Two of the kids in my room suffered recent stitches that they acquired while at the center. The lobby looked great, but many of the rooms and bathrooms were unfinished. They were painted a stark white, and by now they were scuffed and dirty. It was not an environment that projected a desire to stimulate young minds, but rather one that said we are too cheap to pay to have this finished. The center also hired me on way below my pay value as a certified teacher. And to tope it all off, Christian was screaming crying in the next room. It would be time for him to be fed and no one was preparing him a bottle. My last day I left in tears and cried on the way home. I couldn't believe the center's owners dared to take over $1000 a month in parents hard earned money, while their children were being coralled in dirty classrooms as if they were cattle, and they expected me as a teacher to smile and communicate to the parents their child's progress and positive experiences for the day. I felt like a liar. Granted, there were a few good teachers at the center. They had no chance of creating success in their classrooms because of the policies laid down by the management. It was a total nightmare.
So, on a positive note, Christian and I have been able to stay at home while I search for work at my own pace. I've interviewed for a real teaching job in art for the county, but it is for next school year. I'm really hoping to get it! I may end up nannying until then. Christian would, of course, come along. I've been talking to some parents about it. I apologize for not blogging as often. I'm going to try to blog at least twice a month now.
Before I even knew Christian had been infected, I quit. I had problems with the school because they projected an upscale image. However after spending more then a couple hours there, their poor choices and shortcomings became more than apparent. Teachers were not given the proper supplies to clean and sanitize their rooms. There were not enough hands and eyes to care for all of the children in the classroom. Therefore, children were hitting, biting, and kicking each other. Two of the kids in my room suffered recent stitches that they acquired while at the center. The lobby looked great, but many of the rooms and bathrooms were unfinished. They were painted a stark white, and by now they were scuffed and dirty. It was not an environment that projected a desire to stimulate young minds, but rather one that said we are too cheap to pay to have this finished. The center also hired me on way below my pay value as a certified teacher. And to tope it all off, Christian was screaming crying in the next room. It would be time for him to be fed and no one was preparing him a bottle. My last day I left in tears and cried on the way home. I couldn't believe the center's owners dared to take over $1000 a month in parents hard earned money, while their children were being coralled in dirty classrooms as if they were cattle, and they expected me as a teacher to smile and communicate to the parents their child's progress and positive experiences for the day. I felt like a liar. Granted, there were a few good teachers at the center. They had no chance of creating success in their classrooms because of the policies laid down by the management. It was a total nightmare.
So, on a positive note, Christian and I have been able to stay at home while I search for work at my own pace. I've interviewed for a real teaching job in art for the county, but it is for next school year. I'm really hoping to get it! I may end up nannying until then. Christian would, of course, come along. I've been talking to some parents about it. I apologize for not blogging as often. I'm going to try to blog at least twice a month now.
