Yesterday was my first day in kindergarden .
Being called a kindergarten teacher is a loose term here in the middle east and so found myself acting as a babysitter, sometimes singing in a round table of sweet small beings who needed to have their diapers changed after doing art.
I was so proud of myself being on time when the director showed me a sour face in the morning staring at me as though I were a bug .Apparently i was 15 minutes LATE.
Did I want to be there with twenty two year olds changing diapers and marking on a tablet each time they urinated or made feces?No.
Did i need a paying job? YES indeed .
I have two dogs so i am used to picking up dog shit but this job definitely gave my dreams a shove and a push the way the kids sometimes did in order to feel they are real.