Tuesday, May 12, 2009

I think that's my stapler...

In this economy, do I fight for my right to do what I do best or do I allow them to send me to a tiny room where no one will see me and do a pretend job? I feel completely demoralized.
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5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Awww, I'm sorry you had a rough day!

May 12, 2009 at 9:34 PM
Aly V said...

Day? Twenty years of service and they want me to work with only 2 kids at a time in a room the size of a closet. I am a classroom teacher who has spent 20 years developing systems for effective differentiation and meeting the needs of the gifted in a regular classroom. Do I even work there?

May 12, 2009 at 10:58 PM
Anonymous said...

I have read your whole blog and I find you very smart, articulate, and the thing I like most about you- you're highly creative and you ask questions.

Do you even work there?
If you had your ideal situation, what, exactly, would that look like?

Write that down- then go out and get it Aly.

May 13, 2009 at 1:50 PM
Insane said...

With you credentials,would it not serve a better purpose to find a new position elsewhere? Or perhaps take advantage of your abilities on a more private level with children who get left behind and deserve better? Just a thought.

May 14, 2009 at 6:11 PM
Aly V said...

I cried when I read the words, "Write that down and go out and get it." It really moved me.
And to Insane, I don't have any "credentials" to speak of. No Master's degree, no certification, and I have only taught in this one place.
I sound so full of excuses. It's really just that I want what I had before my accident. I want my life back. Surrender Dorothy is displayed across the sky and I just keep my eyes on the yellow brick road.

May 14, 2009 at 11:09 PM

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