Roads to Safe Places

• A girl, aged 3, and a boy, aged four, playing at horses. Suddenly, the boy falls over, stops whinnying, and the girl and another friend look on. A moment's hesitation. Then,
  "Hey, Ben's dead! Let's EAT him! Yum, yum yum!"
  
  
• A girl, aged 4, and a boy, aged 4, sitting at a table. On the table is a naked baby doll as I enter.
  "What are you guys doing?"
  "We want to eat the baby!"
  *splutter* "Why?"
  "It's so rosy!"
  
  
• A boy, aged 7, comes into the room, all dressed up in black skirts and dresses so that he is entirely covered
  "And what are you? A ghost with a suntan?"
  "I am a dementor!"
  "Argh! Expecto Patronum!"
  "Hm. ... Ok, I am Lord Voldemort. Avada Kedavra!"
  

I had never expected the internship at the kindergarten to be so highly entertaining. There were a few more things, but I forgot them. The children are hilarious. And ill. Of course I caught the first cold I could get, and am now at home, with razorblades down my throat and my head in an oven. I doubt that I will be able to join tomorrow's trip to a playground, somehow, and that's probably for the better, because standing around on a wet playground does not really sound like a good idea right now.

I am so glad that I have my own internet at home, seriously. These internet cafés are just soo expensive! Well, maybe that's because it's easter and everything's closed. 

Spent a very lovely weekend with Crocky so far. I don't know why, but whenever I get here, I am always in the mood for going places and visiting all the tourist attractions or going for a walk on the banks of the river, holding hands - but as soon as we reach her flat, I am no longer in the mood to do anything except for curling up on the sofa with a cup of tea and we never, ever really do go out. 
This weekend was the same. After the prerequisite chocolate bunny hunt I sent Crocky on we've been watching movies (The Perfume, PotC II) and cuddling. Which is the best way to spend a weekend, really.

The bonfire on Saturday was nice, although it was smaller than I had hoped and there were more people than I had hoped, too. It was nice, though. 

I really don't want to go back on Tuesday. I have to go to an interview for a prospective internship this summer. I am really not looking forward to either the internship or the interview, but I have to do it for my course of studies. If I don't manage doing one this semester it may be that I get in trouble with my final exam later on, because I need it for signing up for the finals. I also need to do a Latin course in the holidays, but the final exam for that is not in the middle of next semester, the course related to the stupid internship is. I really, really hope this will work out. 

It's in a day-care centre around the corner that also offers supervised homework. They've got children from the age of 3 to 14, the latter only after school. I really, really hope they take me. I am also pretty miffed that I wasn't really able to look for a place a LOT earlier. 
If I hadn't been able to change courses, I wouldn't have needed to do that kind of internship, and if they hadn't taken so long I might have looked for the place earlier. The deadline for submitting the paper stating the address and the date of your internship is *drumroll*  next Friday. 
I could swear it used to be in May, but no, April it is. That really did not leave me a lot of time between being accepted for this course of studies and the deadline to search. Because I thought it was in May I did start later than I could have, and got a lot of friendly e-mails thanking me for my interest but sadly, they really didn't take any internees at all. 

This is pretty much a last resort kind of internship, and I am really not looking forward to it. I would have loved finding something that's actually useful and interesting for me, like working in a support centre for teenagers or even at an international day-care centre, or a language school, but no, day-care centre it is. 

Well. 

No, it couldn't have really been worse. I am really, really NOT good at dealing with that age group. 
Out of curiosity I have done an internship at a kindergarten before, and that ended in mutual incomprehension. I liked the children, they were really nice and clever and sweet, but I am just not very good at pre-schoolers. Poor kids.