Look! Wednesday madness!
I'm properly furious, and I've got my raised-in-a-barn colleague to thank for this.
Today, our common whiteboard was fully clean. Hurrah!
BUT... there wasn't a single pen left in the room!
Monday night there were five pens for us, the three teachers who share the room, the plonker was the last in the room, and now all the pens were gone! I can't believe it's not on purpose that all the pens disappeared.
I ran to the Administration building, asked for a pen and demonstrated that I'm working alongside a bully (mental age of a toddler: 'I took the pens! Mwahaha!').
My admin colleagues suggested that I ignore him, but I shan't - not the way they think...
I was given several pens for us all, which I left in the room (one in the common cupboard, three next to the board). If I'm pen-less next Wednesday again, I'll go to the big boss and the unions. I'm not going to allow a little boy to bully me and play with me.
In years of teaching, I forgot to erase the board once (I was quite unwell, and I stupidly felt bad for weeks afterwards) - because I was taught to clean after myself.
If that boy cannot do it (and throws a hissy fit when he's reminded that I'm not his bloody maid!), he's in for a surprise, because I'm not going to be nice and shut up.
The fecking nerve!*
*: I should probably be sorry about my foul mouth, but I noticed that almost no one listens to nice girls. So that twat had better have his life jacket ready, there's a Dru storm heading his way.
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