Personal Narrative: The Annoying Adventures Of A Day Care Counselor

Since I was a kid, I had a ton of responsibilities, cleaning up after myself, doing chores, managing to not fight with my brother, although we fought all day everyday, but you know, it happens. One thing that I didn't know wasn't normal was parenting your parent. I go to school do all my class work and during recess and lunch I listened to all the other kids talk about going to the park after school and eating dinner together with their parents. When I got home from school, I had to do my homework and then take care of my mother. Bring her things she needed such as food, water, help her with many other simple everyday activities. Of course I wasn't the only one who was her “little helper” as she put it, my dad helped her and my older brother by two years,

By the way of introduction, I am Aleem Punja's cousin and he suggested I reach out to you to explore possible opportunities at the Children's Aid Society of Toronto.

Little by little, children finish their meals and get ready for naptime. The children dump the remainder of their milk in the same sink where they wash their hands. Slowly children go lie down on their own. One of the TSS’s turns off the lights on that side of the room. Kayla puts on a rest time cd and goes to start cleaning up the kitchen. I ask what kind of music is playing but Kayla is not sure. Alyssa gets blankets for any children who need them. Kayla tells her the children only get their blanket if they are settled down. Seeing the children start to fall asleep I get ready to leave. Saying goodbye to Kayla and Alyssa, thanking them for their time.

In August of 2008, I went to Eureka Community Nursery School. The very first day of school for me, now it would be as easy as counting to three.

I am passionate on helping people and making changes in others’ lives. Like I stated before, my mother had been trapped herself in the apologetic emotion for years. The mental burden had made her down. Therefore, I decided to help my mother get rid of the self-accusation, by using the knowledge I learned in the Human Services major. To illustrate, I was telling her that it was not her fault of divorce, and she was not showing me the negative image of a marriage. Instead, I admire her braveness of ending a marriage when it was necessary, especially in the time when people were stereotyping divorced women and at the place where people were being judgmental. Now, her self-blameless has been reduced, and she told me that she was not felt as guilty

I was fifteen years old when my mother invited me to help out with the local foster home. When I arrived at the foster home I began to cry in response to the young children that I saw. It was difficult for me to understand the children's emotions initially but throughout the day I learned the reason behind their joy. Most of the foster children were grateful for the little deeds that the volunteers performed for them because we showed that we cared about them. In all honesty many people take for granted the advantages they have for succeeding in life. The foster children that I've seen that day were limited because they did not have the physical and the emotional support of their families. I did not realized how blessed I was to have a loving

Maybe I was too little, or maybe I was too short, but either way I did not make the jump. In the second grade I was your average eight year old, who always wore her hair in ponytails, and enjoyed playing tag at recess. One day I saw the fifth graders on the monkey bars at recess doing something I had never seen before, they were jumping to the fourth bar. I waited untill Kids Inc. that day to try the jump, but it was no use I was acting like a scared baby.

I’m in the prison line minding my own business as a few girls punch me. I did nothing to them, but that day i was getting out of prison and the girls get jealous if the others get out. The police are sending me to a foster home. My seventh one and i’m hoping it’s the last. My head is throbbing and there is a cut on the upper part of my lip. Before I leave I ask where is my brother you said you promise would never split us apart. The social worker finds my brother and he is taken out of the home he is in, now he is with me I feel safe.

During my freshman year, my Residential Assistant pulled me aside and expressed to me that I have the potential to be a great RA. Before I was told that, I did not really pay much attention to the position and what RAs actually do. The dedication and hard work these individuals put forward to make the college life of many students much simpler and inspire them. Once I was told that I had the potential to help others and meet so many other people, it ignited a change within me. I now wanted to do the same things and simply help others while making relationships along the way. I had a strong relationship with my RA and he was always there to assist me in any situation. He mentored me through difficult situations and helped me grow as an individual.

If one ever wanted to become a daycare teacher or aide, this essay will be beneficial. Not every day is sunshine and rainbows. Actually, hardly any days are sunshine and rainbows. I’m going to classify the worst type of daycare kids. After reading this paper, others should understand how to handle these kids, or how to avoid them.

I sat at the window staring at the wave of traffic waiting for my mum to come and pick me up. All the cars looked like a massive rainbow serpent moving along the road and I was trying to look for my mums purple car. Every morning when I was four I woke up and had to go to my baby sitter Ann’s house so I was thrilled, she had enough play dough that you could make a house and all the toys you could every think of but I loved it because I had friends there and we would play for hours on end.

Like many sixteen-year-olds, my first job was an exciting rite of passage. I had somehow managed to land the job of my dreams, and entered my first day overdressed, undertrained, and ill-prepared. My task seemed easy enough. As an Aftercare Therapist at an autism center, I was to work with clients across the spectrum ages two through twenty one, helping them build social skills and improve peer relations. I had some experience working with people with disabilities, through volunteer positions, Best Buddies, and aiding in the life skills classroom, and so I had a questionably large amount of confidence entering my first shift.

The biggest accomplishment outside of the classroom I am proud of is my volunteering period at Plasp Child Care Services. Through this experience, I was able to make an impact on the lives of the children as they looked forward to meeting me every Monday. As a result of this experience, I was able to improve my valuable skills of leadership as I was required to look after the children and make the most out of their time there. Moreover, this experience has allowed me to create a unique connection with each child that will last for a long

While there are some caregiver’s that are only in the human service field to earn a paycheck and with the lack of parental involvement in their child’s life, it can make a caregiver’s job more challenging. Daycare centers serve as a stepping stone for a child’s future that will teach them how to establish appropriate skills and aid in the development of their cognitive abilities. Positive child interactions not only aid in the development of social and cognitive development, but also in the child’s self-esteem and it lets them know they are important and loved.

Do you believe that your role as a therapist will end at the end of the day or will it be present in your personal life also?