This doesn't work, because instead of going after the individuals who are not fitting enough as early childhood educators, the government zooms in on the schools, and, sure, the schools should have a stricter background checks, but, sometimes, the bad behaviors isn't apparent on those, résumés, so, this is still, a HALF-ASSED bill! Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
The third stage draft of the regulation of public preschool mandated, that if the mistreatments of young children by the early childhood care employees had been proven factual, the termination of contract for hire for the early childhood educators are effective immediately, and these unfitting educators will never get hired again, and from the date of the contract, the actions can be reviewed to three years prior. Toward this, the E.C.E.A. and other early childhood foundations believed, that it should be decided on the severity of the early childhood educators' behaviors, and if the contract for hire is terminated, then, the added note of "regarding severe actions, and those who are responsible for the operations of the facilities", and also suggested that the reviews of the past behaviors not get considered in, that the actions of the instructor is effective on the day that the contract for hire is signed.
Hsieh, stated, that the system of wages currently only considered the years of experiences, and not asked about the degrees in training, that this is also incomplete. Using the monthly wages of $32,000N.T. to hire the teaching assistant for the daycare classes who only have a technical high school degree or certification is a bit high, but, if the same costs are paid to the certified preschool instructors and the directors of a preschool, that's, extremely, low. And, the drafts of the bill proposed the reduction of the number of students being enrolled, and, there's a forty-percent total charge deducted from the cost of handling charges, that this would be huge losses for the preschools, and more problems are bound to surface because of this.
And so, this is, all because of the department of education's wrongly written rules, and, it places emphasis on punishing the schools for hiring the unfitting educators, but not enough punishments or restrictions on the bad early childhood educators, and, the wages are way too low too, and so, how the HELL can you expect that these early childhood educators will stay enthusiastic (if that was how they'd begun) through the years of work, if the benefits are not high enough, and if they get blamed for everything that happens in the school, that's not even, their faults? So, this is still, a HALF-ASSED proposal by the DDP government, in ITS, FAILED attempt to make we the people believe, that they are, taking the matters of abuse and mistreatment of young children in the daycare programs, preschools, kindergartens, seriously.
The Farthest Distance to the Tub: Seven Centimeters
The problems of growing older, which we are all going to face one day in our, near or, far, future, and, there's just, no way that we can, equip our homes with these needed things, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
The years, turned the farthest to nearest, and the nearest to the, farthest.
A professor of mine who was in his nineties, had originally been very healthy, used his cane, gotten him all over the places. But the cold fronts that came before the New Year's, he'd had a minor, stroke.
His daughter rushed back from the U.S. They'd been separated for long, and now, they live, next room to each other.
As the professor became immobile, the bathroom needs to allow for the convenience of a wheelchair. There was, originally an elevated eleven-centimeter height, with the floor board of seven centimeters up. The daughter found the handyman, and leveled the frame of the door to seven, which is the same as the height of the floor in the bathroom.
But how would the man, get over these, seven centimeters in his wheelchair?
I'd helped my professor to search for a ramp on line, the height ranges from three to nineteen centimeters, and fitted for both indoors and out, with the words, "Safe Passage" on them. It's just, that the width of these boards are only, fifty centimeters, and the wheelchair's, the bath chairs widths, both, sixty. "Buy two of them, and, saw the extra off?", the daughter suggested. "but, you can't tie the two together that they stay together, as the wheelchair goes across, the shorter one is bound to slide to the side," I'd told.
And so, I'd found a carpenter to custom make one. "It will take me three days", the carpenter told me, "can you put a rush on it?", I'd pleaded. Seeing how his shop was stacked with other things he needed to get finished with, although I'd not felt right, rushing him, I'd still told him, "an elder couldn't get bathed for too many days already, and it's around the New Year's, and the weather's heated up."
Within three day's time, in the evenings, I'd made my way to the carpenter's, surprised to see that the ramp was already finished and on the table! "It was late, so I didn't call you," he'd told. Of course I didn't mind, I'd, picked it up gladly.
The size was just right, the work, perfectly done, but, I'd not predicted, that there was a wall that's right in front of the bathroom that the wheelchair couldn't go in in the front, that the chair had to slide sideways to enter. And now, a ramp wouldn't be enough. "I'm so sorry", the daughter was apologetic for not letting me know this, and I was beating myself, for missing the forest for the trees. She'd told me, "let's just use the washboard as a ramp for now."
And, with the ramp, and the sliding plastic washboard, the wheelchair bumped into the bathroom. And, my professor had gotten a good wash of his hair in the sink, for the very first time after his stroke. The sink, was so close within reach before the New Year's, but, after the New Year's, it was, miles out. And that sink, became a wishing fountain, and it'd, fulfilled the wish of a daughter.
I'd gone back to the carpenter, to find a piece of wood that can replace the washboard. It was, next to impossible to perfectly match the board in size, width, with the original ramp, we only want the board to be sturdy enough, that it doesn't move as the wheels of the wheelchair slide across it.
The road to rehabilitation is long and winding, and, there are, bound to be bumps on it. And, how much can seven-centimeters make up for, so long as the wheelchair didn't bump around too much, it's, a win for us.
After the second board was received, my professor was finally able to get into his own bathroom for a bath.
The years, it's a friend who can, get on bad terms with us. It'd been friends with us for many a years, slowly, offering the intelligence, the connections, the money to us, so we can, solve the problems in our, lives, but, in an instant, it can, take all the capabilities away. It'd allowed us to travel far and wide, to all the places, and in the end, it'd, prevent us from getting our most basic needs of going to the toilets, getting a bath or a shower.
I stood outside the carpenter's shop, with a piece of board that's not right in size, thought about my instructor when he was younger, when I was, a child. Forty years, it was only, an, instant it seemed. Although I'd not had a conversation with him since a long, long time, but it'd felt, that I'm, so very, close to him. So close, that we're only, seven centimeters, apart.
And so, this is the distance, of the handicapped person between where they need to, go, and even in their own homes, they can't, get the needed amenities, because, of how everything is, custom made, and everything is needed right now, and, these things takes time to get made, and, there's just, NO prediction of what will happen in our futures, and so, there's, no complete ways of preparing for these inconveniences of our, elderly, years…and, we can only, live with this, difficulty in our lives, when we age.
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