So…the closer I get to the meeting that decides my fate as a teacher, the angrier I get. The Borough has left me twisting in the wind for two weeks now - waiting to see if I should get another job, or if I am lucky enough to keep the job I busted my ass and paid hundreds of dollars to get.
Those of you that want to be teachers, out there in internet-land? Reconsider.
I am so pissed off about this whole thing. I don’t deserve this. I’m a good person, and I am good at what I do. That principal had no right to do what she did, and the Borough has no right to keep me dangling like this. And all of this just goes round and round in my head. Reasons to beg for my job back. Reasons to try and put a black mark on the principal’s record, so that she won’t have the carte blanche to do this to anyone ever again (students or teachers). All it’s doing it making me incoherent with rage.
Fuck this. I’m going to smoke a cigarette, then watch more Gilmore Girls and day-drink. Because if I’m going to be perceived as an awful person, I might as well develop the habits to back it up.
Romans had gods for everything. Now, they might not have beaten the ancient Egyptians (who had a god of the sun, the sun’s rays, and the sun disk) but the Romans still approached ludicrousness with their large and continually-expanding pantheon. Take Stericulius, for instance. A god of poop? Really, who needs that? Well farmers for one. Manure is and was essential for agriculture. And in an empire where the majority of the population worked the land, they took manure very very seriously. (I suspect certain invalids with … unfortunate bowel problems … also gave heartfelt prayers and offerings to Stericulius.)