Peace Out 2009 School Year

I really wonder why I ended up working where I work.

It is seriously the craziest place on the planet. I just cannot wrap my mind around the oddities of this place. It is a total and complete disaster.

Mentally, I am so done with that place.

Today on our 2nd to last day of school we had a staff meeting that lasted 3.5 hours in which we planned the calendar for next school year all the way until June. I was so delirious that I just sat in the back and cracked jokes with my comrades that we might as well go ahead and plan until the year 2020. I mean, seriously. Can't plans for next year be made NEXT YEAR? Nobody wants to sit there and talk about June 2010 when all we can think about is June 2009.

Beyond that, we had a teacher walk out of the meeting crying because she didn't get a contract for next year and another teacher refuse to sign her contract because she doesn't want to teach the grades the principal has assigned her to. Of course, the reason why people were making such scenes is because instead of giving us our contracts privately or possibly even discussing the terms of them with us individually she chose just to hand them out in a meeting with everyone present. I think she was worried about damage control. She didn't want a scene. Well, she had a scene, but I suppose it was more controlled than it would have been had she had the respect to discuss these matters with these people in private as she should have done.....

I took a $2000 pay decrease (we all got a 5% deduction this year due to our financial dire straits), so the fact that I only lost 2000 a year just goes to show that I was making peas and carrots to begin with. It's the teachers who have been around for 20 years who are feeling the pain on that one. Me? I'm actually still making 4000 more than when I started working there 3 years ago, so I figure I'm sitting pretty.

I just want to be done with this school year. I am so mentally checked out that it is not even remotely humorous. At 12:00 pm tomorrow all I will be able to comprehend will be the sound of cheering in my head when school will be officially declared OVER for the year.

All I have to say to this school year is hasta las vista and don't let the door hit you on the ass on your way out.

Fin.