My last day at Westside Academy was kind of weird. I knew some of the girls said they wished I didn't have to go and a few looked happy about it. But when I asked each class to write me a letter telling me what they did and did not like, I was pretty surprised at all of the nice things. Many of them said they really liked having me and they would miss me. My favorite comment for improvement was to be mean at the beginning and nice later, not the other way around. I appreciate that these kids saw that my heart was in it and that oddly enough, the girls I had to get the toughest on seemed to have so many nice things to say. I need to pull them out and type them in.
Went to the college's seminar on Friday. The bleach blond pony tail chicks from Long Island talking down to our new supervisor (who was an English teacher in my old junior high and is very s-l-o-w in everything he does). One girl got snide with me and of course, I cut her down. These bitches think I'm just another chubby non-trade intimidated by their glam and cool and love the look on their face when I'm not. Anyhow, I'd take my violent middle school kids over those snots any day!
Starting Hannibal in the morning. A little intimidating. But a nice change of pace.
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What was the seminar? Laughing about that comment...be mean first. LOL. You can handle Hannibal. But, I sense you formed a strange comfort with Blodgett...more flexibility from other teachers to do what you need to do without as much judgment...like working at the airline. We didn't worry as much about having customers complain about us. Whereas, if we'd worked at any other customer service job...we would've been worried about customer complaints. Different expectations, different standards, different levels of pressure to perform.
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