Outside, all is great. Nice, shiny, clean. But look in and there is an empty hole. A void. Kind of like a bagel.
Did I just relate my workplace to a bagel? You bet I did. I get here at the ass crack of dawn. Many times I am unlocking the main office and turning the lights on. I used to have feel my way to my room in the dungeon because the lights were not yet on in my hall. So, when my student teacher walks in to the room at 7.50 announcing there were bagels and butter and cream cheese all over the counter in the main office, I thought two things: "Damn, I might miss free food due to my early arrival" and "Oh, they actually are acknowledging Teacher Appreciation Day." I was slightly ashamed for the rage I have been in while expecting the "holiday" to be ignored. I also had to make sure I got my ass up there before proctoring the PARCC to get the free food.
Well, no need for me to be ashamed. The secretaries announced that no, they were not for our day. It was an admin's birthday and he brought the goods in to celebrate. Huh....
I'm no genius - a lifetime of mistakes will attest to that. However, what does it take to make one simple gesture? One sign. "Happy Birthday to me and Happy Teacher's Appreciation Day to all of you"? Duh. Is it really so hard for people to step outside of themselves and think of others? And just in case you think I expect taxpayer money go to anything admins do for teachers this week, I do not. They make plenty of money. With perks, waaaaay more than you can imagine. They can cough up some dough to boost morale (where the is none, cough cough) or keep morale high (for those of you lucky enough to work in a school that cares about you). We teachers spend enough of our own money on our kids over the course of a year. Suck it up...
Yet another thing to add to the list of why I want to move to a deserted village in Hungary with my dear Millie. I might be a downer, but the human race keeps letting me down, time and time again....
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