Émilie

Don’t call me Shirley

So mad I could spit

Never in my life have I been this furious. I frightened myself on the way home I was having such malicious thoughts towards my AP. God help him if he comes within 30 feet of me tomorrow.

I managed to have a GREAT day today. I have been working my butt off to get our team (3rd/4th/5th grade) organized seeing as how our team leader resigned and has not been replaced. I was so delighted to see everything come together and to see the kids so engaged in the presentations by several VIF teachers about their home countries. Furthermore, I came up with a brilliant suggestion for a persistent problem with the 5th grade behavior, and Mr. C (who has previously treated me like a whining incompetent greenhorn) was really impressed and excited to work with me on the implementation next semester. I spent over an hour putting together math packets for my students to work on over the break to satisfy my furious parents… something which the other math teacher is not doing. I spent an hour with Mr. C and was feeling very proud of myself and my students, and for once felt like a professional who’s part of a team.

Then at 3:00 (25 minutes from the end of the day), Mr. T came by to chew me out for not having prepared a presentation about France. He then further DEMANDED that I complete one for tomorrow and that I find a way to reorganize the schedule for my entire team so that every student can see it.

Not only do I not have time to jump through his bullshit hoops, but I am FURIOUS that he and the principal continue to look down their noses at me as if I’m cutting corners and being lazy. I FUCKING ORGANIZED THE WHOLE GODDAMN DAY AND COMPOSED THE LETTER TO THE PARENTS WITHOUT ANY HELP FROM MY TEAM YET SOMEHOW I JUST SAT ON MY ASS AND WAS NOT A TEAM PLAYER.

On top of all this, my mentor finds a way to comply. She’s doing all of the planning for it, but that’s not the point. She shouldn’t have to do this bullshit work that I refuse to do for good reason.

I learned later that I was not the only teacher whom Mr. T had lambasted today, so I don’t know who peed in his fucking cornflakes, but I’d like to fucking punch his teeth out.

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