A little insight to my job...

IN regular news, today at work was fucking hell on earth. I seriously do NOT belong at a preschool. Not sure I belong anywhere at this point, but I know definitely not there. I had a summer flashback when this massive 4th grader started pummeling this kid cause he hit her little brother. The kid ended up running out of the gated area so I ran out after him (cause I seriously feel like I'm the only one that pays attention anymore) and found him hiding in the bushes. Looking at the way he was sitting and crying, I could already tell he got picked on a lot (he's quite chubby). So I finally talked him into telling me what happened (I hadn't known why he hit the boy before) and tried to talk him back in, but then of course Judy comes strolling over and "saves the day". Specially after the summer thing, it'd be nice to be acknowledged at least once for doing that and not just letting the kid go off on his own, which is what I'm sure the other teachers would have done. God, I really am more furious about this than I thought. Then to top off the day, the children seem to enjoy ignoring me when I ask them to do something like pick up their own shit for a change. I don't ever remember being that disrespectful and rude at ANY age. Well I know if I did, I prolly would've ended up getting the belt across my ass like the way my dad threatened my whole childhood. Tell you, some of those kids need some sort of discipline in their lives- and not by us. Obviously I'm not talking about abuse (what kind of fucked up teacher would I be?) but they need to be taught right from wrong, and just by trying to teach it to them doesn't seem to be doing the trick. Anyway. I hope tomorrow's better. Probably won't be, because I'm stuck with the older kids all day....blurg.