I loved being a nusery monitor. It was the best
unpaid work ever. The best thing was that I went there with my
best friend Zeinab.
I didn't at all like Hall monitior. It was
boring. I would stand there making sure that everyone finished
every scrap of their foods. Also I would make sure that no one
talked. I didn't like being the evil person. That was a teacher's
job. I also had to make sure that everyone sat in a inhumaine,
boy-girl seating plan. I'm thinking, come on! A seating plan in
the cantien. Suprisingly, toilet monitor was less dignified. if
that was even possible. Standing outside a toilet, only allowing
four childen in the toilet. I'm thinking. What next? Flush the
toilet for them?
Library monitor was much better. i would build
a castle with books, and talk to little children. I loved it as
well. the librarian was nice. She had let me off a few book that
I had los. Well actually, she did not know.
Being a nusery monitor included serious duties
like playing with the children and looking after them. We played
games like, duck-duck-goose. Of course when we got picked we ran
very slowly. not regular slow, but e-x-t-r-e-m-e-l-y-
e-x-t-r-e-m-e-l-y slow. We massive towers using lego, and the
children were impressed. We even solved a mystrey.
There was this girl called Chloe. She had curly
blonde hair. When I say blonde, it was more of a yellow colour.
And this boy Sam, who had blonde hair and a palish skin. They
both had a brother called Connor. We asked if they weretwins or
related, and they both said no. So me and Zeinab, made it our
unpaid, voluntarly work to find out more. We didn't sleep at
night thinking about it. Well that is exaggerating. We only
thought about it when at the nusery. It never occured to us that
there might be two Connor's.
One day, we brought Bella along, and she threw
a ball at Zeinab, so a kid copied and got hurt. Because of that
Zeinab was fired. I wasn't. Zeinab sneaked back in when the Lady
who fired here wasnt in. Turned out she never remembered firing
her in the first place..
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