I was informed, today, by my administrators, that I will be moving up to 5th grade in the fall. Not asked, informed. And not informed privately. Informed in a grade level meeting, quite casually, like it's no big deal that I won't be teaming with a wonderful partner next year. Like it's no big deal that I'm changing rooms for the fourth time in four years, or that I'll be teaching myself a new curriculum this summer. Like it's no big deal that I'll be working with some of the same kids who wore me out this year (though a couple are moving, so there's a bright spot there).
There's such a mess surrounding this situation and the last couple months. Some things that administration is not even aware of, but is not my news to share. Mostly stuff I just don't want to get into.
Whatever. I can do the job. I don't want to, but I can. Mostly, I'm furious (still, and this is the dozenth time I've shared this story today) of the way this situation was handled. No warning. Just moved around from one position to another as though I was a commodity and not a professional. Furious that I was blindsided with this news today, and that left me vulnerable and in tears in a professional meeting. I'm not the only one. By the end of the day, we were all walking around dazed. And there are others who are also angry and embarrassed. Others who were "traded" without warning and left in tears. What a train wreck of a day.
Meanwhile, Kevin was called in to work at 6:00 tonight, as his direct administrator is also incompetent.
So I'm in bed, waiting for him to come home, and waiting to be able to put this day behind us and move on to Thursday.
So ready for this school year to end. I need a break from this particular climate to regroup.
6 more days.
Deep breaths, y'all. Deep breaths.
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2 comments:
Maria:
I came to a realization at work a long time ago and it has helped me weather the incompetencies and thoughtless managers. Repeat after me, "It's not that I'm careless. I just care less."
What this does is it frees you up to be highly competent while still letting the other crap roll away. There's an internal work ethic/professionalism you have. You will always do your work to that level, no matter the boss, the grade level, the class, whatever. But you do not have to be invested in their screw-ups and you do not have to let their lack of insight be a burden to you.
It's not that I'm careless; I just care less.
Maria:
The same thing happened to my Daddy a few years ago - and he had been in that position for nearly 20 something years, and was only a few away from retirement, neeless to say he was upset.
However, his new position turned out to be better for him. Just hang in there and know that everything happens for a reason.
-Kim
P.S.: I see that Kevin has worn off on you these past few years. You used the word ya'll in your post. :-)
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