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fandomhigh2017-04-05 07:55 am
myownface) wrote in fandomhigh2017-04-05 07:55 am
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Urban Survival - The Uglier Side of City Living, Wednesday, Period 2
"Hey, class. I hope you like kids, because today we're doing another stint of volunteer work," Sparkle announced. He had handwavily directed everyone to meet on the causeway, so the whole 'field trip' aspect was probably kind of obvious, otherwise. "This week, we're going to a women's shelter to basically babysit kids while their moms are taking, like, life skills management courses or whatever."
Look, there was a list of things that women's shelters did. Sparkle was here to get people to put together puzzles with missing pieces with toddlers, this week. Lectures were for another time.
"We'll basically be put to work doing whatever the supervisor needs us to do. One of you might get put on arts and crafts duty, one of you might have to help some kid with their homework. There's a little outdoor area with, like, some grass and a sandbox if that's your thing. All depends on what the kids there need, you know? Keep in mind going in that the kids are going to be varying levels of 'doing okay,' too. It's a women's shelter, which means they might just be there because Mom couldn't pay rent, or they might have seen some really ugly stuff at home. Either way, be gentle. Don't pry about it. If a kid volunteers to talk about it, because there's no controlling what comes out of a child's mouth when they get a mind to share, then roll with it. If something they say gets a bit too real... I'll be right there. Grab me, we'll tap out, no harm, no foul."
He tilted his head at the class.
"Any questions?"
Look, there was a list of things that women's shelters did. Sparkle was here to get people to put together puzzles with missing pieces with toddlers, this week. Lectures were for another time.
"We'll basically be put to work doing whatever the supervisor needs us to do. One of you might get put on arts and crafts duty, one of you might have to help some kid with their homework. There's a little outdoor area with, like, some grass and a sandbox if that's your thing. All depends on what the kids there need, you know? Keep in mind going in that the kids are going to be varying levels of 'doing okay,' too. It's a women's shelter, which means they might just be there because Mom couldn't pay rent, or they might have seen some really ugly stuff at home. Either way, be gentle. Don't pry about it. If a kid volunteers to talk about it, because there's no controlling what comes out of a child's mouth when they get a mind to share, then roll with it. If something they say gets a bit too real... I'll be right there. Grab me, we'll tap out, no harm, no foul."
He tilted his head at the class.
"Any questions?"
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Lecture
Volunteer
Mod your kids, kids.
Re: Volunteer
Her own childhood education had been reading, writing, martial arts, and survival. The wilderness wasn't the same here, so that last one didn't apply, but then again, that's why she was taking this class.
Congratulations, Jalian's assigned kid. You were going to learn everything she'd heard so far in this class, plus unarmed combat. Well, as much as she could teach in however long they were here for.
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She was pretty sure she was too young to be thinking about how much energy the younger generation had. But, seriously, she wasn't sure where the game "chicken leg" came from, or where chasing a small child around a playground yelling it counted as a game, but it got real exhausting real fast.
"Don't you want to lie down and look at clouds?" she asked him.
"CHICKEN LEG!!!" the child screamed.
"Alrighty then."
Talk to Sparkle
Talk to the TA
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Also, she was thinking she should maybe take up running. Because wow.
OOC
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Never did find out where it came from. But the kids adored it. . . .