"Bitch we have lost a child!"
i remember not to long ago, a bus ride home from UIL. Me another teacher and a dozen or so children. It had been a long day. I watched over several other groups of children that didn't belong to my bunch. I had to make sure they all came back in one piece. This was my job. I did it and did it well. None of my students came home pregnant or with any injuries. We got on the bus, not the one we came in, with other kids I was not responsible for. The other teacher was. i took role three times and made sure all of my kids were on the bus. The other teacher glanced back and did a fast head check. We gave the bus driver the ok. It was getting late and we were dazed.
We arrived in the Lorenzo and parents started to show up form the corn fields or someplace, I didn't know or care. Just as long as kids went home with the right people. All of my kids were gone after a while, but the other teacher....she was missing one. The Principal of the Elementary was called, and arrived. She looked the bus up and down and came out asking if the kid had gone home with someone else. The other teacher looked at me, as if I knew. the first thing that came to my mind was "Bitch we have lost a child!"
Thinking about that now makes my side hurt with laughter. We had no idea were this kid was. I had done all of the responsible things and followed all the rules to the letter. Now, After continuing on the entire year following every rule, every single one...I am the one going home. I am not going to work at Lorenzo next year. Nor am I going to work at any other school. Well unless one offers a bit more cash. What am I going to do? I haven't figured that out yet. I know I will have a job, what, where, and when; I do not. I will apply to other schools and if something comes along, I'll grab hold. but if Anthony doesn't give me a ring soon...I am just going to join a hippie village and be an artist of some sort. I am tired of dressing up and being judged on how much paint is on my face, or how big my hair is. The student and the teachers can kiss my liberal ass! Who do they think they are?
I have a workshop tomorrow. Yay.
We arrived in the Lorenzo and parents started to show up form the corn fields or someplace, I didn't know or care. Just as long as kids went home with the right people. All of my kids were gone after a while, but the other teacher....she was missing one. The Principal of the Elementary was called, and arrived. She looked the bus up and down and came out asking if the kid had gone home with someone else. The other teacher looked at me, as if I knew. the first thing that came to my mind was "Bitch we have lost a child!"
Thinking about that now makes my side hurt with laughter. We had no idea were this kid was. I had done all of the responsible things and followed all the rules to the letter. Now, After continuing on the entire year following every rule, every single one...I am the one going home. I am not going to work at Lorenzo next year. Nor am I going to work at any other school. Well unless one offers a bit more cash. What am I going to do? I haven't figured that out yet. I know I will have a job, what, where, and when; I do not. I will apply to other schools and if something comes along, I'll grab hold. but if Anthony doesn't give me a ring soon...I am just going to join a hippie village and be an artist of some sort. I am tired of dressing up and being judged on how much paint is on my face, or how big my hair is. The student and the teachers can kiss my liberal ass! Who do they think they are?
I have a workshop tomorrow. Yay.