don’t trust naps

Ran­dom Memory: 

I only re­mem­ber teacher’s names if they had an over­whelm­ing­ly pos­i­tive or neg­a­tive im­pact on my life. My kinder­garten teacher – Wasser­berg – was terrible. 

Se­ri­ous­ly. Wasser­berg was so fuck­ing shitty. 

Of the many dai­ly things she would do, the douch­i­est by far (since it per­tained to the whole class) was when she would leave dur­ing our sched­uled nap time to run per­son­al errands. 

Most of the time she would wait un­til she thought all the kids were asleep. So you had a class of lit­tle kids ei­ther by them­selves sleep­ing (com­plete­ly prone), or with a TA that would quick­ly change Mr. Rogers to I Love Lucy once Wasser­berg left and then dis­ap­peared to talk to some­one on the phone about one thing or another. 

I know be­cause I don’t trust naps and would do every­thing I could to stay awake.

Prob­a­bly be­cause a fuck­ing teacher would leave 5 year olds most­ly un­at­tend­ed in a school that was eas­i­ly ac­ces­si­ble for any­one to walk in and do what­ev­er the fuck they wanted.

I wasn’t a para­noid 5 year old. You were a para­noid 5 year old.
 
 

—jes

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