Okaaaaaaay
I just found out this morning that I'm done with my job here.
I knew my school had a habit of being disorganized, but this is ridonkulous. They just finalized a new schedule for the grade I teach (taught) over the weekend, and my classes are now being taken over by other teachers who need more time to help their students review for their high school entrance exams. They told me this happens every year in my grade, but they never know exactly when. So I showed up at work this morning and they told me, "Oh, Michael, you don't need to teach anymore!" like they thought I would be overjoyed.
I guess I should be overjoyed. I mean I really just don't work anymore unless they ask me to do other things for them, which they said they might do. But if that doesn't happen, I get paid for... not working.
Yet, I'm not as happy about it as I might have thought I'd be. For one thing, I already had the next few weeks planned out. I even started an activity with my students last week which I planned on finishing this week. With everything planned, I was almost looking forward to going to work in the morning. The kids can be a handful, but they're usually fun. Plus work was something I could count on. It was structure, but now I have to find other things to do so I don't just sit on my ass and get fat and depressed. What's worse is that I can't really travel that much since they want me to stick around in case they come up with something they need me to do.
In other words, in any other given situation this would be a dream come true, but it isn't now.
I knew my school had a habit of being disorganized, but this is ridonkulous. They just finalized a new schedule for the grade I teach (taught) over the weekend, and my classes are now being taken over by other teachers who need more time to help their students review for their high school entrance exams. They told me this happens every year in my grade, but they never know exactly when. So I showed up at work this morning and they told me, "Oh, Michael, you don't need to teach anymore!" like they thought I would be overjoyed.
I guess I should be overjoyed. I mean I really just don't work anymore unless they ask me to do other things for them, which they said they might do. But if that doesn't happen, I get paid for... not working.
Yet, I'm not as happy about it as I might have thought I'd be. For one thing, I already had the next few weeks planned out. I even started an activity with my students last week which I planned on finishing this week. With everything planned, I was almost looking forward to going to work in the morning. The kids can be a handful, but they're usually fun. Plus work was something I could count on. It was structure, but now I have to find other things to do so I don't just sit on my ass and get fat and depressed. What's worse is that I can't really travel that much since they want me to stick around in case they come up with something they need me to do.
In other words, in any other given situation this would be a dream come true, but it isn't now.