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“Miss McClay you dropped something.” I stopped in my tracks and turned around to see an older woman with gray hair and glasses looking at me with a slightly annoyed expression. I knew her, she taught third grade and I could never remember her name.
“Thanks.” I said backtracking a few steps and awkwardly bending down to pick up a powder blue folder, trying to pick it up without dropping the other 26 folders I was clutching a little awkwardly in my arms in the process.
“Mrs. Adams.” The woman said tartly after I had managed to stand up and shuffle my folders to make them a little better organized in my arms.
“What?” I asked stupidly, something about this woman always made me nervous.
“That is /my/ name Miss McClay.” She said trying to sound calm but I could hear the anger in her voice. I knew that is what she had meant but stupid me had to ask, had to have her clarify. “You know Miss McClay I had been trying to get your attention for about five minutes. Perhaps you would do well to actually pay attention.” With that Mrs. Adams turned and left. I sighed, great way to end a day by alienating yet another fellow teacher.
I had always thoughts teaching kindergarten would be a dream, well it had been my dream job for quite a few years. What I had not realized that there was much more to teaching than actually just teaching the students, I also had to paly politic with the other teachers and so far most the other teachers seem to not really care for me. Once when I had gone into the teachers lounge I had heard them laughing but when I was noticed it became rather deathly quite.
“Hello Miss Mclay.” The receptionist said as I handed over to the receptionist my blue folders.
“Hi Sharon.” I said with a smile, Sharon was relatively nice to me, at least she does not hold it against me that I called her Sarah for the first week I started working here.
“Ohh Miss McClay, before I forget you got a new student today.” With that she handed me a small note. “I guess the student is special needs but borderline enough to try and mainstream him. There is some information about the student in the letter. I think the parents will be in tomorrow to speak to you personally.” I took the letter with a smile.
“Thanks Sharon.” I said pocketing the note. I figured I would read it when I got home but right now I needed to leave before Mrs. Adams came back. I could only handle so much of her in a day.
“Thanks.” I said backtracking a few steps and awkwardly bending down to pick up a powder blue folder, trying to pick it up without dropping the other 26 folders I was clutching a little awkwardly in my arms in the process.
“Mrs. Adams.” The woman said tartly after I had managed to stand up and shuffle my folders to make them a little better organized in my arms.
“What?” I asked stupidly, something about this woman always made me nervous.
“That is /my/ name Miss McClay.” She said trying to sound calm but I could hear the anger in her voice. I knew that is what she had meant but stupid me had to ask, had to have her clarify. “You know Miss McClay I had been trying to get your attention for about five minutes. Perhaps you would do well to actually pay attention.” With that Mrs. Adams turned and left. I sighed, great way to end a day by alienating yet another fellow teacher.
I had always thoughts teaching kindergarten would be a dream, well it had been my dream job for quite a few years. What I had not realized that there was much more to teaching than actually just teaching the students, I also had to paly politic with the other teachers and so far most the other teachers seem to not really care for me. Once when I had gone into the teachers lounge I had heard them laughing but when I was noticed it became rather deathly quite.
“Hello Miss Mclay.” The receptionist said as I handed over to the receptionist my blue folders.
“Hi Sharon.” I said with a smile, Sharon was relatively nice to me, at least she does not hold it against me that I called her Sarah for the first week I started working here.
“Ohh Miss McClay, before I forget you got a new student today.” With that she handed me a small note. “I guess the student is special needs but borderline enough to try and mainstream him. There is some information about the student in the letter. I think the parents will be in tomorrow to speak to you personally.” I took the letter with a smile.
“Thanks Sharon.” I said pocketing the note. I figured I would read it when I got home but right now I needed to leave before Mrs. Adams came back. I could only handle so much of her in a day.