Oh, and I really don't get along with the rest of the faculty.
At first I thought maybe it was my problem. I do tend to...um...dislike people. I almost always keep to myself and try to stay off the grid. But then I remembered the day Hubadub came to help me move some things. There were a group of teachers waiting in the hall for the luncheon to be ready. I made introductions blah blah blah. That evening Hubadub said sarcastically "Wow, that was a happy crew." This was before the school year even started.
So maybe, I have off as bitchy, but I still think it takes two to have a misunderstanding. In high school I either got "Omigosh, I thought you were stuck up, but now that I know you you are so funny and nice" OR I wasn't even noticed. I still think I am a little invisible. I mean, I will say stuff and it will be completely ignored. Of course, that may be because I was relegated to the very end of the table. (They all already had their seats at lunch, you know.) And I am sorry, but one of the other teachers made a statement that was racist. I don't know how she meant it, but it came off as racist. And the fact that they discussed that most of the teachers being hired were black....sorry, I call racist.
I also totally admit I have a temper, but here's how it works...and everyone at my old school knew this (and knew it immediately): Someone says something, she gets mad, she walks away (albeit rudely), she goes to her room. Leave her alone, she'll be fine. Especially don't come and try to explain things. I had a little blow up yesterday and everyone trying to make excuses for the incident that caused my temper tantrum just pissed me off more. I wanted to scream: "I get it, OK? I am NOT one of you! Message received."
Why did I switch to this job you ask?
- Because I believe in public education and I felt like a hypocrite teaching in a private school.
- Because instead of bitching about the public schools I think people should get off their asses and do something.
- Because my tax dollars are helping to finance the schools. It's like paying myself (har har.) But guess what... my tax dollars are also going to the salaries of teachers who never seem to come to work. It's only September and there are several teachers who have been out days at a time. Come to fucking work. It's simple. Jebus, we already have June, July, a week in November, two weeks in December a week in March and multiple long week-ends. You really couldn't find some other time for your family trip? My husband has truly limited times he can do vacays, but he manages to work around a teacher's schedule.
Ok. I guess whiny rant is over. I have to get to work. *sob*
