Unfortunately, I cannot recommend the children's center of Monrovia to anyone. I worked there for…read moreseveral years and am still to this day messed up from my experience. I don't even know how to begin. I think I'll start with #1, verbal abuse from bosses. Almost every day I worked, I was verbally abused. The expectations were through the roof, and you were never good enough. No matter how hard you tried, how much work you did, you were never recognized and always criticized. They had a way of making you feel like the lowest piece of dirt on this planet, yet never thought the problem was them. For years I didn't recognize this as abuse, and worked myself to death trying to win their approval. It took me years to gain the courage to speak my mind of how much this affected me. I was watched by them 24/7 on the cameras, and every move I made was criticized. I was screamed at for giving a child a tissue to wipe their bottom when we were out of toilet paper. I had a broom ripped out of my hand and screamed at for not sweeping the floors "properly." On my last day, I was screamed at and demeaned in front of my entire class, because I didn't make the 4 year old children stand perfectly straight in a line while washing hands. I walked out the door and never looked back because I finally realized I didn't deserve to be treated this way. I had many other teachers who worked there contact me about how terrible they were treated during their time there as well. One teacher was extremely depressed and actually mentioned suicide to me at one point because of her treatment there (I have messages to prove this if anyone thinks this is a lie). They mentally affected many people with this treatment. The turnover rate is absolutely atrocious, and they don't realize it's because of them. #2, unrealistic expectations from the children. They were expected to sit criss cross apple sauce every morning without moving for a 45 minute circle, 3 year olds were expected to be writing multiple papers a day, standing in line perfectly straight with arms behind their back, and more. Children screamed at for not tracing papers properly. Kids were not allowed to be KIDS. When I went to my next school, I saw children doing fun activities on the carpet, playing together, having fun, and realized this is how it is supposed to be. I had constant anxiety everyday going into work, wondering what I would be yelled at for next. Once I was yelled at for leaving 5 minutes early and not sharpening pencils. Every time anything happened, it was a hunt to find out who did it so that person could be screamed at. And if you ever "talked back", YOU were out of line. I walked on eggshells, afraid everyday. You were expected to just be the punching bag every day. My mental health was at an all time low. Now years later, I still carry some habits I learned from them, but I've learned now just how toxic this place was. I am now absolutely flourishing at a new preschool where I've never once been yelled at or even so much as told I was doing anything wrong. I'm a fantastic teacher and I was never the problem. They were. I've had dozens of parents tell me I am an amazing teacher who's changed their child's life. I cannot recommend anyone to put themselves through what I went through. I didn't write this review to get attention, or to stop their business from being successful, I wrote it for my own peace of mind to finally speak up what was kept inside for so long. And to hopefully warn others of my experience. Thank you.