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Along with the regular preschool and elementary students you get in Japanese ESL classes, I also taught English to kids who couldn’t speak Japanese. Or any language for that matter. Most of them couldn’t even walk yet. That’s right, babies.
He was part of the daycare center that was the sister company to the Eikaiwa that I was working for. Same owners up top. As exhausting as it was, since these classes were first thing in the morning and I was still waiting for the coffee to kick in, in retrospect I think I liked these classes the best. I mean, come on. It’s playing (structured games) with babies. You’d have to be pretty dead inside to find that a negative.
And man, did they love that ABC song.
If I had to speak ill of it, it was that they took in far more kids than they could give attention to. None of this is the fault of the fine ladies, and sole gent, working there. In the end it’s a business and as far as any businessman is concerned profit is king.To say the employees were swamped is an understatement. With a couple of exceptions, none of the staff lasted beyond six months.
I hated pointing out that so and so had a wet diaper because I felt like I was trying to tell them how to do their job. But I see caretaking as an unending sort of thing and if the boss has two staff out front handing out fliers to drum up more business, that’s two staff who aren’t making sure bottoms are dry.
Let me be clear: It’s not like these kids were crawling around in their own filth like some sort of Dickensian orphanage. The staff did their best as fast as they could. But they could only do so much when the owner a thousand kilometers away in Osaka tries to improve things by making their jobs more difficult.
Such is employment everywhere, I guess.