Sometimes this teaching thing is really easy. I guess at least for me. I love teaching first grade because I love the innocence of six and seven year olds. Not too much sass...just enough baby left in them to make it fun.
What I am learning I do not like about teaching is the politics and the fact that, although it is the hardest job on the planet, it carries the least amount of respect. Take for example the fact that I work at a school that has (for the betterment of the children) taken on having a longer school day. I know an hour does not seem like a lot. In the grand scheme of things it really isn't. But, if you are six or seven years old it can seem like an eternity. Let's be real: if you are an adult in a room of six or seven year olds it can seem like an eternity. Anyway, one of the perks ( I guess) of working at a school with extended hours is that we are paid an extra hour...which in its own way adds up and is something to look forward to at the end of two very long weeks. What has happened here is that we have worked so diligently and made sure what needed to be done was done. The classrooms look great. The kids are on point. I open my paycheck and...
Nothing.
Yep.
Nothing.
What is upsetting now is that no one, not the principal, the union, bookkeeper, payroll rep, NOBODY can tell me where my money is. Just that they will figure it out and no I can't take any time off in compensation.
So it's out there world...just what does a tired teacher do now?
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