Caution: bitter post is bitter.
So.........I just got the school-wide e-mail from the principal at Creighton(elementary school I was at this past year). The Lifeskills teacher that I worked with is taking another job in another district.
That Lifeskills job could have been mine if I hadn't already accepted* the middle school job.
I could have stayed with Lil Chico and The Girl and Toothless and EB White and El Nino and gotten to be the TEACHER and earn what I'm worth. But, no. I've got to go work with big, smelly, prepubescent Lifeskills middle school kids instead. I get to deal with STAAR tests, and cussing, and menstruation.
*massive, annoyed sigh* I mean...I'm sure God has me at the middle school for a reason, it's just....frustrating. Like really, Laura, you couldn't have decided you wanted the job three weeks earlier?
I just. Yeah.
*Granted, I haven't signed my contract yet and I could probably be a huge bitch and leave them hanging after schmoozing the elem. principal. But I don't want to do that and burn bridges within the district.
That Lifeskills job could have been mine if I hadn't already accepted* the middle school job.
I could have stayed with Lil Chico and The Girl and Toothless and EB White and El Nino and gotten to be the TEACHER and earn what I'm worth. But, no. I've got to go work with big, smelly, prepubescent Lifeskills middle school kids instead. I get to deal with STAAR tests, and cussing, and menstruation.
*massive, annoyed sigh* I mean...I'm sure God has me at the middle school for a reason, it's just....frustrating. Like really, Laura, you couldn't have decided you wanted the job three weeks earlier?
I just. Yeah.
*Granted, I haven't signed my contract yet and I could probably be a huge bitch and leave them hanging after schmoozing the elem. principal. But I don't want to do that and burn bridges within the district.