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cranky
LOL... Yeah, I kinda forgot about this or I may have been blistering it this summer. First I get fired in April because an a-hole parent didn't like the way I talked to her kid after he took someone's lunch and hid in in another students' bag... then she bragged about how she got me fired all over the school. Her kid bragged about it in class, dividing my class and keeping them agitated the rest of the school year. Even my high achievers' grades dropped and they were getting suspended for disrespect. On top of that, she had no intenetion of returning to the school this fall. So she got me gone, ruined the whole last marking period for the entire class and this will negatively impact their state test scores this year. (Let's not forget that MY class from the previous year had the highest gain in the whole school. But I'm a lousy teacher.)
So, job gone = moving back to old hometown and into my boyfriend's MOTHER'S house - she never leaves the house. No privacy. Maybe we get the house to ourselves once a week... before this past weekend it was 3 SOLID WEEKS that she never left the house.
After looking all summer, finally got a job in a daycare/preschool. Was supposed to be doing HeadStart - but they are spending their funds in school-based sites, so now the director wants me to help her craft a 3 and 4 year old preschool curriculum. She also said something about training me as a part-time director by next summer. Sounds good? It's only about 1/3 of the pay I was getting and not enought to even get my own apartment.
Only I'm not in the preschool, I'm in the toddler room. The 85 degree, 85% humidity, a/c busted toddler room. Today they supposedley got it fixed - we'll see tomorrow.
I'm thankful to at least have a job again, but shit! at 55 you'd think I'd have some stability in my life.
There! I feel better now...
So, job gone = moving back to old hometown and into my boyfriend's MOTHER'S house - she never leaves the house. No privacy. Maybe we get the house to ourselves once a week... before this past weekend it was 3 SOLID WEEKS that she never left the house.
After looking all summer, finally got a job in a daycare/preschool. Was supposed to be doing HeadStart - but they are spending their funds in school-based sites, so now the director wants me to help her craft a 3 and 4 year old preschool curriculum. She also said something about training me as a part-time director by next summer. Sounds good? It's only about 1/3 of the pay I was getting and not enought to even get my own apartment.
Only I'm not in the preschool, I'm in the toddler room. The 85 degree, 85% humidity, a/c busted toddler room. Today they supposedley got it fixed - we'll see tomorrow.
I'm thankful to at least have a job again, but shit! at 55 you'd think I'd have some stability in my life.
There! I feel better now...
ecstatic
contemplative