As usual, I brought my son Basil to my office. As a PhD student, I am eligible to have my personal desk with a computer and internet connection, 24 hours, Monday to Sunday. There are a dozen desks and computers for a dozen PhD students, but only a half are occupied completely and the rest are free since the rest of students choose to study at home.
Each time Basil comes, I always drag him to the nearest desk to mine. Even Basil thinks that that desk belongs to him.
But yesterday, things change. He isn't allowed to use that computer anymore. The student coordinator has blocked the access and sent me note not to occupy that desk. Gee.
Yesterday was a deadline to hand in a 1000 words story behind my thesis writing background. A publisher is looking for articles and my research supervisor badly wants me to write one.
I was blessed. Basil was just so nice. I holded him in my arms while typing. And I was so lucky because my ideas flow like a river in heaven. And, Basil fell asleep. He got up just right after I finish my last paragraph. Thank God.
Last night, something was disturbing me. I assumed someone complained to the student coordinator. Somebody dislikes him being around. Blame me for this. I know it's too risky bringing a todler to an office while the habitants come for studying. I am selfish. But, can she or he talk to me instead? I feel like I am betrayed.
While I keep assuming who is the actor, God shows me how people around act. Some treat Basil happyly-giving, lending toys. Some just act like normal. Easy to point, who acts an anti-kid behaviour.
Again, I am selfish. I should consider my colleagues' rights. They need to have a calm tidy environtment to work. I should stop taking my son in.
I have no option for time being. I, have no option. I hope, after the kindie commences, the problem will face an end.
Each time Basil comes, I always drag him to the nearest desk to mine. Even Basil thinks that that desk belongs to him.
But yesterday, things change. He isn't allowed to use that computer anymore. The student coordinator has blocked the access and sent me note not to occupy that desk. Gee.
Yesterday was a deadline to hand in a 1000 words story behind my thesis writing background. A publisher is looking for articles and my research supervisor badly wants me to write one.
I was blessed. Basil was just so nice. I holded him in my arms while typing. And I was so lucky because my ideas flow like a river in heaven. And, Basil fell asleep. He got up just right after I finish my last paragraph. Thank God.
Last night, something was disturbing me. I assumed someone complained to the student coordinator. Somebody dislikes him being around. Blame me for this. I know it's too risky bringing a todler to an office while the habitants come for studying. I am selfish. But, can she or he talk to me instead? I feel like I am betrayed.
While I keep assuming who is the actor, God shows me how people around act. Some treat Basil happyly-giving, lending toys. Some just act like normal. Easy to point, who acts an anti-kid behaviour.
Again, I am selfish. I should consider my colleagues' rights. They need to have a calm tidy environtment to work. I should stop taking my son in.
I have no option for time being. I, have no option. I hope, after the kindie commences, the problem will face an end.
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