Be Tough

That's kind of my motto as of late. The other title was going to be "suck it up" but then I thought better of it.

Last Friday morning, a short 30 minutes after I arrived at work, I got the dreaded "we need to see you in the office immediately." message. I went in and 20 minutes later came out in a IwannacrybutIcan't mood. No, I wasn't fired. I was essentially demoted. I'm being moved to another classroom because in my current classroom I'm "mean" and I "don't enjoy my job" and I'm "not cut out to be a teacher." Ouch. So they're moving me to a classroom with fewer kids, smaller ratios, and--oh yeah--instead of being a co-lead like I am right now I will be an assistant.

So after a weekend of being upset, angry, in denial, and some soul searching, I went back to work on Monday. Interesting thing happened, a teacher in the same room that I'm in called a child a retard twice--in front of the whole class--too the child. Now generally I'm comfortable with talking to co-workers when I have a problem with something they did. But this was beyond that realm for me. I let the boss know. The boss talked to this teacher. And the rest of the day sucked because this teacher was pissed at me.

So I get through Monday, go in on Tuesday and she's still not talking to me. Yay. Make it through Tuesday-(she went home at 1 because she was 'sick')-and get a phone call Tuesday evening telling me one of my friend's has died in a freak accident.

So last night was a whole lot of crying with breaks for sleeping. I didn't work today. I'm a little better now, not by much though. And I'm back to work tomorrow.

Yep, be tough, that's my motto. 2 more days and I can let it all out.