First, I'm not really a crier. Every few months something will really get to me, and I cry out of frustration. When I'm frustrated I cry, which isn't a pretty thing.
The last time I cried at work it was in front of a class, which is highly embarrassing. I got to a point where I realized that I cared more about my one classes grades then they did, and I caved. It wasn't my proudest moment. I also said "damn," and coming from the teacher who doesn't cuss, this was a big deal. They were respectful for about 2 days after that.
But today's cry was not in front of a class, so it looks like things have gotten better.
As some background information, swim season started on Monday. I had been debating whether to do it this year or not, because there is a group of upper class boys who are really jerky and disrespectful. Yes, if you remember from last season, these are the initiators of Swirlygate.
One such jerk, who I have dubbed Dick Head Swimmer, has been skipping his study hall. He can't be bothered to go.
To spare you all the boring details, he was warned and informed of the consequences of skipping, the following day outright defied me, and continued to behave in a way that made me want to drown him. But I didn't. Because I'm not an angry person.
In the mean time, his study hall teacher, who I share an office with, wrote him up for 4 consecutive days of skipping. His assistant principal, who I talked to about this issue, didn't give him any sort of consequence, and in fact rewarded him by allowing him to have early release during his study hall.
I'm the kind of teacher who takes care of her own business. If I go to an administrator, it's because I really need back up on something. I'm not a teacher who cries to the principal every time someone acts up in class. That's not how I roll.
In one conversation with him, this administrator singlehandedly undermined any authority I had over DHS. When I explained this to her, it became very clear, very fast that she saw nothing wrong with this. Which caused me to get upset, which caused my voice to crack, which caused my eyes to get splotchy, which caused my nose to run, which caused my chin to quiver. And then I said, with as much composure as I could muster "Thank you for your help," and I walked out.
And I walked to my office and sobbed big sloppy slobbery sobs. And then went over that administrator and went to the principal, who isn't notorious for following through with anything.
But at least I've said my piece.
And honestly, the pennies I make for coaching isn't enough to make putting up with this crap worth it.
There, my friends, is my I-cried-at-work-today story.
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