Haven't been around since Wednesday. Yesterday was bad at school. I marched 7 students from one school down to the office. Over stupid stuff. Of course.
The drama queens were in a snit again and we almost went round and round. Surprisingly, DQ #1 called it quits when she realized she was wrong - a rare blessing, for which I am grateful.
Today was good and bad. I found out the fate of my friend, she has options - some of which offer false hope and some of which just royally suck, but she is not forced to go to JDC.
I'm teaching courses that I'm more interested in next year, I'm keeping the AGI 1 (expected), keeping the Alg 3 (expected) and replacing Alg 1 with Alg 2 (kinda expected, but very pleasing). That means only 2 classes that have to pass the OGT. Hip Hip Hooray!!
Students were crazy seventh period. I talked to DQ#1's mom finally, and it seems she's been lying to everyone. She wasn't there today. Mom is making a play to get her out of her Sat School tomorrow, but I think that might change after our conversation. The rest of the class was rowdy with two girls( DQ#3 has found her inner brat again) almost getting into a fight. One left and I went after her, but she must have left the building. Will deal with that on Monday.
Apparently, failure rates are not the problem in our building, just an excuse to involuntarily transfer my friend and another teacher from the Freshman building (though, in her case, i hear it really is failure rates in the Pre-AP course). Attitude is the real kicker. Ironically, I was telling my dept. head that my principal asked me in the hallway how I was doing and I said 'Great!!' knowing that it was a complete lie. After the rant he went off on during the last meeting, I thought it best to keep my mouth shut. That's when she told me another teacher had been called "a cancer to the building" and would probably be a target next year. It seems she is not able to do the same thing when the principal speaks to her. Also, they royally screwed her husband last year and transferred him from high school band director to elementary music teacher for reasons unknown.
Also a first year teacher, who is good friends with and literally named after next years target, is also being noticed as a person of negativity. I don't feel to bad for her because she gossiped when she shouldn't have and put me in a very bad position earlier this year. Apparently she didn't know that when a friend vents about a bad situation within the confines of an empty classroom, it is inappropriate to gossip about it to someone in the district where mother of the problem works. Even more inappropriate to use name of both student, teacher and parent!!!!!!! Needless to say, I sat in my principals office with the parents and felt very stupid. My dept. head was going to ask me to kind of look after this teacher, but decided against it when I hinted that it was her who had blabbed.
Also, according to my department head, "people" are very impressed with me. I prefer that "people" don't know my name, but impressed would be my second choice. LOL
So finally Friday's over and I can come home. Mike and I are going to a farewell party for one of his coworkers. The coworker is an attractive woman who he travels with on business trips. I don't think I have the server space on blogger to go into my trust issues and why this is so incredibly uncomfortable for me. But I smiled and chatted up a few coworkers over half a Smirnoff Ice and fries.
We had an enlightening argument/discussion. Suffice to say I'm tired of being the scapegoat for resentment whenever he feels like he can't have/get what he wants. I love him more than life, but he is childish, selfish and more than a little greedy. He resents me because I wanted the dogs and because of them we are restricted to coming home at certain times. He resents my Jeep and the fact that it takes up the third garage slot instead of his Miata. He thinks that everytime he doesn't get what he wants or gives up something he has, that the universe (but he really means me) owes him something for his sacrifice. He asked me bluntly if I thought he was being ridiculous and I said "yes, I don't think you give up anythign more than what is normal." Oh he did not like that at all. So now he's sad because he has come to some big realizations today. He actually wanted me to be impressed/thankful/appreciate his sacrifice because he has had his new car for nine months and isn't talking about a new one yet. The toys got bigger as he did, but other than that he still thinks like a little kid sometimes. Mike, if you are reading this, just think how you'd feel if I read your journals.
So anyway, now my body is finally reacting to the HUGE (for me) amount of stress from the past week or two and I hurt everywhere. Literally, every joint and muscle from my head to my toes hurts. And mentally, I feel like shit. It's 8:30 on a Friday night and I'm going to go cry myself to sleep. Mike is playing a video game and will probably stay up for awhile, so it'll work out. I'm so tired...