The Heeby-Chibis!~!

12-17 11:35pm

“When you dig up the past, all you get is dirty.”

I’m in that sort of introspective mood I often get after watching a movie, where you, after sitting and watching an idea for 2 hours, accepting it as reality, are stuck in that in between of realities, no longer part of the movie’s and not knowing if you want to go back to the one you knew before. I had a moment out on the porch having a cigarette, when I realized that at this hour, there were two other people out on their porches smoking as well, and all of us were aware of one another, not saying anything, or needing to. I wonder what paths we all were on to converge at that moment how we did, and if either of the other two are sitting here wondering this same thing now.

Probably not.

Today was an interesting day at work. Ash and I worked together, and between today and yesterday, the full nature of my qualifications for this job came to light. I remember, between kids’ lessons talking to Brent yesterday, having a conversation about child psychology, and explaining the nature of the psyche of kids in the age group he was having problems with. He remarked that with my background in psychology, and my experience as a camp counselor, that I was clearly far more qualified than he for this kind of work. I scoffed, honestly, cause I didn’t believe him. Ash said the same thing though today, after having problems with his kids’ classes. He had a Chibiko lesson right after mine at the start of the day, and when Juri said that she was a special case, a solo class who, for her previous two lessons, cried the whole time, we decided to switch so I taught the lesson instead. So we swapped another kids class later in the day, and I taught the two Chibiko and a Junior class, while he taught the other 4 kids classes for the day. Did I mention we have a lot of kids at my branch?

Anyway, the first Chibiko went well, and I was pretty nervous about Yui’s lesson after. But, not to jinx myself in future lessons, it went amazingly well. She was really shy at first, clinging to her mother and burying her head in her chest, but, after about five or so minutes, she started to actually look at me, and that’s when I knew I had her, hook line and sinker. Another five minutes later, she was high fiving and running around the classroom smiling and laughing and having a blast. I had the biggest grin on my face, and it really was in no way forced. That little girl made my day. Her mother was in complete shock when she started using the language in lesson, counting along with me and singing the songs, shouting out “Santa Claus!!!!!” while we were slapping the card with his image. She really liked the Christmas Tree card too. I don’t think her mom thought the lesson would be anywhere near to what it was. Juri came to check up on it too halfway through, and was all smiles when she saw us having a good time. I’m all smiles just thinking about it. Best part is, I taught her father the lesson right after.

So…well, to be honest, I guess I am qualified. Well qualified at that. Jenn called me during my lunch, pointed out as well that clearly I’m made for this sort of stuff. Those little rascals really do make me happy.