Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Back to Work

Lost in murderous thought, Rael barely noticed that she was not alone. A Dragonkin she did not know leaned against her post, only a few steps from where she stood. One of Shosu's apprentices, no doubt, here to punish her disrespect for a Master of Aarii.

"If you're here to cut off my tongue, then do it and be gone already," she sneered.
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Work started again this week. I'm working with third and fourth graders now, so they're a little younger, a little less hormonal, and also a little less communicative. They're super adorable and don't have the social understanding of what's for "little kids" and what isn't. What I mean is, you can ask them to touch their nose, and they'll gladly show you where their nose is. They'll tell you what color crayon they're holding. They go crazy over pop-up, open-the-flap, and magnet books. They dance and sing the alphabet.

It reminds me of my nieces and nephews.

But! (if you buy two completos...)

But these kids also have the capacity for great trouble. If they get frustrated, instead of asking for help they will just scream and hit things. We have a couple of wanderers that get into anything and everything. They can't manage to walk in a line... or keep their hands to themselves. We have a lot of sticky fingers in our class. We've already had kids try to take classroom items home (so we have to check backpacks now). And a few of them are also terrible liars.

What I mean is, they'll think up lies quickly to get what they want. And luckily, they're not very good at it. I watched today as someone sat on another person's feet, and when the one behind them moved, they immediately started crying and said that they'd been kicked. I'd watched the whole thing because I knew they were fighting over a certain spot, and it was really obvious what had happened even to those who weren't really paying attention. Other such problems happened all day. 

But I really do love my job. Like I said, they're super-cute, and I know I can help them learn to be better with the work that I do. Granted, not all of them will accept my offer, but if even one of them improves in the slightest, I am happy to be a part of it, to have the opportunity to watch them grow.

...off topic, I'm still stuck on the query letter stuff. It scares me, that a little page has to sell me and my entire manuscript, and that it can easily be brushed aside without a second glance if I don't deliver on the first sentence.

Long sigh.

-Tsira

5 comments:

  1. Query letters? I don't think I know what that is. Is that for if you're sending your story to a publisher or something?

    I wish I was working with kids every day. :(

    I like your new picture at the top. Is that Rael?

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  2. Query letters, I believe, can be sent directly to publishers, but I'm talking about sending them to agents who could possibly represent me.

    Thanks. And no, haha, that's not Rael. That's Tsira--I guess her eyes look really dark, though. I made a cute drawing of the group a while ago. You can find it on my dA page. (Be warned: for a year or so I decided Tsira had brown hair, but later changed it back.)

    Rael has dark blue skin and white hair, so it would be pretty obvious if it were her.

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  3. Oh, ha ha. I was mostly going off of the eyes... And the look on her face. It seemed to fit what I know about Rael. Yeah, that would be pretty obvious.

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  4. Where do you work? It sounds like you have an adventure every day.

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  5. I'm an aide for the Special Ed at an elementary school. And yes, every day is a crazy adventure. Just when you think you know how they'll react to something, they surprise you.

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