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family lit program closing

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family lit program closing
05.21.03 2:28 p.m.

They confirmed the closure of the children's center I work in on Monday. They told us more than a month ago that they were thinking of closing the center, and I knew they were being nice - they already decided they were going to do it. So Tuesday they handed out letters to everyone's parents. The way it was worded sounded like it was AmeriCorps fault, and that it was the AmeriCorps staff at the center (me, Joanna, Tiffany and Sheterra). It's everyone's fault. If it was a decent place to work (meaning "up to code") then the other girls would come to work. If they would have gotten people who wanted to work with kids then they would have come to work and enjoyed it and been better teachers instead of being forced to work with kids, slacking off. But the center enrolled too many kids, and they didn't enforce the potty-training issue, and they didn't have an adequate supervisor of the children's center. Also the program they wanted to run would have taken ten AmeriCorps volunteers and not the four we had. Anyway the parents were more than pissed. They only gave them 2 weeks notice PLUS they aren't letting us finish off the quarter. Next Thursday is the last day for the kids to come to school but their parents have classes till the third week of June. Most of them have to drop their classes. We also don't get enough time to talk to the kids about leaving, to prep them. Pretty sucky all around.


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

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Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


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