Bullying in school…from teachers?

October 26, 2010 at 4:26 am (Uncategorized) (, , )

 

Today I decided to start writing about my experiences at my school.  I just got moved into a room where the assistant teacher is a real bully and, as I just learned today, has chased away several teachers in the past.  Why no one has done anything about her is beyond me…oh wait, it’s a school, that’s way.  I wrote down some of my thoughts at lunch to help me not get so overwhelmed and anxious about work.  Here they are.

Other teachers think she is trying to push me out and I agree.  She already did all the lesson plans for this week – so glad I spent 2 hours on that last night.  She says she doesn’t like Halloween – she doesn’t believe in it because she’s a Christian.  (Insert ironic joke here)  She keeps a bible at school and reads it on her lunch break…in the rocking chair in the classroom, so I don’t get a break from her all day!  She does not act very Christian.  Ugh, she tells me “Don’t help them put their coats on, they can do it.”  They she says “You need to help them!”  Same with clean up time.  She says they can do it on their own.  And then “You can’t just stand there!  You need to help or else we’ll be here all day”

Omg.

She talks to me like I’m a child.  She needs some xanax and a flask.  Oh wait, that’s me.  I need to figure out how to handle the school bully.  Without exacerbating it, and without letting it get to me.

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reflection

October 13, 2010 at 3:54 am (Uncategorized)

Life just doesn’t make sense sometimes.  Well, most of the time.  We spend our whole lives searching for meaning.  What kind of legacy do we leave behind?  Money?  Posessions?  What does all our hard work go towards?  Why do we struggle every day, day in and day out…for what?  Does it really matter?  Will today matter in 5 years?  Will someone else’s opinion matter down the road?  Will you even know that person?  Why do we do it?  Why do we get up everyday and deal with a bunch of crap?

Why is my boyfriend listening to Pink right now?

But anyway…what really matters in the end?  Says who?

 

Oma, I love you.  And I miss you.  And I think about you every day and imagine what you would say if I were telling you about my day.  You are not really gone, you are in my heart.  Oma, you have touched SO MANY people!!!!  You would be overjoyed and absolutely thrilled to know how many lives you touched.  Oma, do you even know how many lives you changed?  You made such a big impact on so many people.  You are my hero and I love you dearly and I will never stop loving you.  You made me who I am today.  You made me into the nurturing person I am – you are what made me want to go into teaching…because I wanted to give to others what you gave me.  You always gave and gave and gave… I cannot think of a time when I wanted anything from you.  Your love is a neverending gift.  My heart warms over and over- 28 years after I met you.  I would certainly not be the same person I am now if it weren’t for you.  You really shaped me…I pray that you know how much I love you.

We’ll be together again someday…eating a feast with Papa and Omi and everyone…we’ll all be there eating bread and delicious soup and dumplings.  I know you are there now, and I pray that you watch over me and guide me as I go through life.

Thank you for your neverending gift.

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