My university advisor and vice-principal sat in on my seniors today and they ripped me a new one. They hate my lesson plans. They are not specific enough, and when I asked, “Well, do you want me to put a plot synopsis on the lesson plans or a copy of the overhead?” my advisor snapped off, “You are being sarcastic and I don’t appreciate it.” I almost burst into tears. What do you want from me? Seriously–I don’t understand what it is that you want me to do. For the rest of this semester I am going to have three page lesson plans with plot synopsis and explanations. I’m going to rip it all straight from sparksnotes because I am teaching five fucking preps you cunt rags.
I am so barely holding on by a thread. My stomach hurts so bad I want to throw up. I tried to eat and my stomach recoiled before I could even get the food in my mouth.
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Break for Anna coming in. She is going to bat for me right now with the vice-principal. She thinks that I am totally be shafted and that a lot of the criticism of me is inappropriate and quite frankly, she is the only one who has the right to judge. She is the only person who has actually seen what I have done over any length of time. She is the one who has actually talked to me about my plans.
I still feel like shit. I’m going to see the doctor after the staff meeting. I just want to cry.
I miss Puppy. I got to talk to Noah for a while last night and I’m grateful. He helped me see a lot of points. I still want my Puppy though.
*hugs* I’m sorry you feel bad and I hope you’ll feel better soon. I’d call you/offer to give you good times to call me, but unfortunately I’m in the middle of tech rehearsals right now, and there’s no WAY for me to be home and awake for more than an hour every day, in two to four small chunks (litterally!). Certainly not if I want to get better and heal and all that (physically). Usually, these chunks are where I shower and eat. Nevertheless, you are loved and thought about more often than you might think.