It was the best of jobs, it was the worst of jobs, it was the feelings of joy, it was the feelings of frustration, it was the bubbly children filled with laughter, it was the screaming children filled with despair, it was the thrilling successes for some, it was the disappointing setbacks for others, it was the most draining and exasperating shift, it was the most energizing and fun-filled shift, I had every parent smiling and content, I had every parent frowning and irritated, I was going to finish early and have breaks, I was going to finish late and have an evaluation, I was going to get hugs and highfives, I was going to get punches and pinches – in short, the job was so ever changing shift to shift, that it can be explained in the superlative degree of comparison only.
I like how you talked about your job! It took me back to when I was taking swim lessons. I could never have the patience you have for some of those parents some days. That sounds difficult, but I bet the kids are awesome!
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This is so true! I loved the way you described the pinching, punching and the high fives and hugs together because it is such a gamble with each class and you have no idea what you are going to get! Good job!
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This seems very accurate from what you have told me about your job. One thing I would like to note is your continuous investment in your students. It is truly inspiring to see how much they mean to you.
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Wow! I could never do your job! I don’t have enough patience to deal with screaming children who pinch, even if they are pleasant more than half the time. I love how opposite each part of the antithesis is, but also how real it seems. Also I couldn’t help thinking about how cute this response was after reading it! Love it!
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What a powerful paradox that screams the truth of a teenage job as a swim instructor written in a beautiful antithetical structure.
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