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I don't think I'm returning to school in September. This comes from the way high muckey realms of beauracracy in which I, and scores of other new teachers, are offered up as examples. Doesn't matter what individual schools say. Doesn't matter what work you're doing. Doesn't matter.
I'm going to the Union after school tomorrow with another teacher from my school who's in the same situation. Then, I will know for sure the length of the fight.
Fight I will to prove my point to these bastards. They're the one doing the kids a disservice. Grrrrhar! I can't cry any more so I might as well start kicking things.
On a high note: made a sweet mix tonight.
What to do in September? I'm in the greatest city in the world with a vast forest of luminous machines suddenly come to life for me. Actually, I should say August. It won't be a summer to speak of like last summer, but I'll spend July in a bliss of Matt and Europe. Maybe I'll work in a gallery.
Oh, god, the very thought makes my heart leap.
I'm going to the Union after school tomorrow with another teacher from my school who's in the same situation. Then, I will know for sure the length of the fight.
Fight I will to prove my point to these bastards. They're the one doing the kids a disservice. Grrrrhar! I can't cry any more so I might as well start kicking things.
On a high note: made a sweet mix tonight.
What to do in September? I'm in the greatest city in the world with a vast forest of luminous machines suddenly come to life for me. Actually, I should say August. It won't be a summer to speak of like last summer, but I'll spend July in a bliss of Matt and Europe. Maybe I'll work in a gallery.
Oh, god, the very thought makes my heart leap.