Tuesday, May 02, 2006
For a number of reasons, the word "Gah!" has been spilling out of my mouth a lot the last couple of days. This has taken the place of the f-bomb, which I feel is simply inappropriate for a teacher to utter in a middle school (see, I have standards). Gah is now my f-bomb.
Today, I Gah-ed...
The principal when she informed me that I was being assigned my absolute last choice in assignments.
The assistant principal who made a stupid comment in front of one of my students.
That bastard teacher that works across the hall after he made some condescending remark.
A drunk parent on the phone (Gah!)
The aide that lost a book of poetry that I sent down for photocopies. (Gah! Gah!)
And, of course, the letter I found in my mailbox regarding a series of PD sessions... on Saturdays.
But the biggest Gah! was heard when one of my students got up from his desk and punched his fist through a window, causing much blood and a trip to the hospital.
I can handle all of the situations above, with the exception of next year's assignment. That, I believe, resolved any doubts that I had about transferring. Yup, it sure did.