Not Taking Anymore

The principal has been after me to teach the girls to write editorials in our writing classes. I asked her for the lesson plans, and she kept saying that she'd get them to me.
I stayed for an hour after school yesterday to get the notes from her, and she never got around to meeting me. I told her that I was planning to teach this today, and she promised she would fax me the lessons.
I'm still waiting for the fax.
I called up the eighth grade teacher and asked her to fax me her copies, and she did. I looked them over and I was so upset. The lesson plans were really unclear and there was no way I would be able to prepare the lesson well in time for today's lesson.
This morning I googled editorials and I found the best lesson plans. They were clear and broken down very well, and I prepared the first lesson very well for class.
I ran into my co on the way home from an appointment and introduced her to a friend of mine who knows all about my co through this blog. I found that funny.
Anyway, my co and I got to school together, and as I was preparing history, the secretary came over to me to tell me that the principal had some writing notes for me.
I told the secretary that I already had them and that it was fine. She insisted that I talk to the principal.
I did speak to the principal. The principal told me that she had thought it over and decided that I should do poetry instead of editorials. I was fuming. I gave it to her on the head.
I told her that if she had decided to change her mind wouldn't it be appropriate to tell me? I said that I had already prepared and that the girls would spend a lot of time on poetry in the eighth grade anyway. I put my foot down and said that I wouldn't take anymore of her demands on my life.
I also asked her permission to go on the high school overnight and miss two days next week. She was not happy about it. She said that she'd have to talk to the high school principal about how much they really needed me there.
Now I really want to go, just because the principal doesn't want me to.
I taught a lesson of history in 7a, and then I was surprised to find out that they had scrapbooking today. There went my editorial lesson.
The principal came into the class to talk about the rapist again. It seems that in a community nearby a young married girl was raped. The schools were all worried that the crime was linked to the ones in our community. The girls did not take the principal seriously. They don't understand or want to believe that there is a real danger. I wanted to yell at them that for once the principal was right. These things happen, and that they can happen to any of us. But I could yell all I want. This community refuses to see outside their little narrow minded cage.
Because the principal had taken the time in the 7b class (who were taking a science test) I had to give up my lesson and proctor them after recess.
I didn't mind the free time, but I'm now a full aim behind in history. I want to give a review Thursday, but it doesn't look like the 7b will be ready for it.
When my co came in to answer questions, I went back to the 7a class. C.O. was acting extremely immature. She was showing off her index cards from the beginning of the year to other girls. She was disrupting my class and I told her to behave. She kept acting out anyway.
I sent her out.
I answered index cards. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for S.G.L. who decided I hate her again. She drives me nuts. I answered her that just because I didn't agree with her actions that did not affect the way I felt toward her as a person.
She took the card and immediately showed it to C.O.
Oh ew.
Twelfth grade was actually fun. I prepared a grab bag full of odds and ends, and had each girl come up and pick something out, and then speak spontaneously about it for a minute. The girls had fun, and then they challenged me. I had to speak about buttons, q-tips and tiles before they let me go. I'm glad to have gotten the lesson over with this early in the week.
With all I had to put up with I think I can still honestly say that I had a decent sort of day. I have a foot out the door, and at this point I refuse to let myself be affected by the stupidities of this school.
Whew, that felt good to say!