from another school coming and staying 2 days staring at me, several unannounced meetings with the prick who ran the district's personnel department and the like. Two entire years. You have no idea what its like to be fucked over like that. Its like being skinned alive and electrocuted at the same time.
Try and have the energy to teach after that.
Have your emails and papers, desk and cabinets pawed over by morons all the time. Have people come in and take pictures of your room.
I remember crying just before each Friday meeting and a flash of a vision would come over me. it was a line of my family winding out into the distance, my great grandma in her long black dress with her sweet face staring at me in the front. My entire family came to me at that moment with resolve to keep going.
I can't explain it better than that. In the end, the prick got a heart condition, my principal is now battling and losing alzheimers and I am out of the game. The only one left intact is me. I also owe my life to my family. Teachers are more heroic than the public will ever, ever know.
PS. The part that gags every teacher I ever talk to about this is that my pea brained half witted dimwit principal used to push books and out dated teaching videos across the table at me (Madeleine Hunter anyone) and say over and over, "Cathy, I just want to make you a better teacher." That heifer couldn't touch me in a class room. It is surprising how furious I still get. I did forgive them for myself but it rages now and again.
Semper fi, teacher. You are not alone.
I feel this person's pain.
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