Descriptive Narrative--final draft

Children's Friend

Children screaming, yelling, fighting, pinching, hitting, and throwing. This is probably what comes to mind when you think of a job at a daycare. Believe me, you are right! Let me tell you about the first day I worked at Children’s Friend.


I walked through the front doors at seven-thirty a.m. The lobby was completely calm. A few parents came through the doors with children tagging along and the director, Bernice, was sitting at the front desk. After asking where I should go, I walked through the doors and down the hallway.

Kids galore! In a huge room there were about thirty kids ranging from infants to schoolers and maybe four adults. Three children were sitting at the table eating breakfast and the others were sitting on a couch mesmerized by ‘Cars’, a movie on the television. I immediately noticed one little girl sitting at the table with an empty plate in front of her. She looked about two years old with fluffy hair and light mocha skin. She was by far the cutest child I’d ever seen. I then thought this job isn’t going to be so bad.

After all the kids finished breakfast teachers came to take their classes and the schoolers loaded the bus. Bernice informed me I’d be assisting Carrisa in the two-year room. I was excited because I was sure the little adorable girl was in that room.

The classroom was not very large. It had cubbies against one wall and a play kitchen against the other with a shelf in the middle of the room filled with toys. There was a changing table next to the bathroom and a small sink by the door. The sink was low enough for the kids to reach.

I looked around the room at all the kids. I was correct, the cute little girl was in my class. Her name was angel. She and seven other two-year-olds filled the room: three boys and four girls. One little girl sat crying by the door. One boy was beating another boy with a block. It was at that moment I began to question what I had gotten myself into.

The day went on as normal. The kids just acted like kids but they seemed to mind Carrisa pretty well. We handed out lunch and laid them down for nap. Once all were asleep I was released for break. Upon my arrival back to work Evon, assistant director, told me I’d be in the room by myself now. I didn’t think it would too hard. Boy was I wrong!

The kids were going crazy! One little boy with blonde hair and blue eyes named Nick wouldn’t stay out of the water. Karen wouldn’t stay off the table. Haiden wouldn’t stop crying. Michael and Lacy wouldn’t stop hitting. They just would not listen to me. Everything I said went in one ear and out the other. ‘No’ just didn’t work. I was going insane.

Amazingly hours went by and none of the kids were hurt and I still had a small bit sanity left. Most of the kids had gone home by this time. I only had three left so I took a minute to sit down. That was a mistake. Suddenly I heard giggling. I got up and walk over to the sink. Nick had turned the faucet away from the sink and turned the water on full blast. My room was flooded. I buzzed up front and asked for help. Evon came and mopped my room will I kept the kids on the carpet by reading a book. It took her a while to get all the water because there was so much of it.

Once she finally finished, all my kids had left. Thank God. Now it was time to clean up and go home. I found the vacuum and cleaned the carpet. Mopping was not necessary. After wiping off the table and disinfecting the changing table, I flipped the light switch and closed the door. As I walked down the hall on the way out of the building, Bernice stopped me to ask how my day was. I simply looked at here. She laughed and said ‘That bad, huh?’ I said "Oh yeah" and explained everything that had happened. The next day she put in a different classroom.