Please just kill me now.
Yep. Just kill me now. This week has been just fucking horrible.
I don't want to go into deep details except to say that I will NEVER present to fellow teachers again...especially those teachers on the same staff as myself. I now actually feel for my principal.
Melisa and I are not doing well. We have "cat-scratched" at each other a few times. I told her the other night (after she texted me to say she cleaned out the room + a smiley) that I wished she would just stop pretending whether she gave a shit whether or not I was in her way. She didn't give a shit last year so she sure as hell doesn't give a shit this year. I didn't say those exact words, but it was close.
I am so fucking sick of her pretending that if I tripped on one of her boxes, cracked my head open on the desk and fell into a coma that she wouldn't be over the moon about it.
In fact, I think if I fell, cracked my head open and fell into a coma that she would pray I would never wake up.
I hate this shit. I fucking hate it. I am so frustrated that I can hardly stand it.
It doesn't help that I was given her room and she has to float.
I am so fucking sick of being treated like I did something to cause it. Excuse the fuck out of me.
I can't wait for school to start. I need my students...at least they like me.
I don't want to go into deep details except to say that I will NEVER present to fellow teachers again...especially those teachers on the same staff as myself. I now actually feel for my principal.
Melisa and I are not doing well. We have "cat-scratched" at each other a few times. I told her the other night (after she texted me to say she cleaned out the room + a smiley) that I wished she would just stop pretending whether she gave a shit whether or not I was in her way. She didn't give a shit last year so she sure as hell doesn't give a shit this year. I didn't say those exact words, but it was close.
I am so fucking sick of her pretending that if I tripped on one of her boxes, cracked my head open on the desk and fell into a coma that she wouldn't be over the moon about it.
In fact, I think if I fell, cracked my head open and fell into a coma that she would pray I would never wake up.
I hate this shit. I fucking hate it. I am so frustrated that I can hardly stand it.
It doesn't help that I was given her room and she has to float.
I am so fucking sick of being treated like I did something to cause it. Excuse the fuck out of me.
I can't wait for school to start. I need my students...at least they like me.