Frustration thy name is school. . .

I try not to let stuff get under my skin, but of course I’m a little sensative this week, so things are OF COURSE getting under my skin.
Job–today one of the other teachers was saying wasn’t it ashame that the smart kids had to be in a room with all the special ed. kids.  This would bother me less if she wasn’t also mentioning how they are so badly behaved and how they don’t do anything.  If they’re not doing anything then how does that take away from the special ed. kids?  It also helps when the kids don’t feel utter failure from the get-go.  I just don’t know why people agree to go into this profession if they don’t want to help all the kids–I’m just really frustrated by this kind of crap.  AND if you’re going to have a crappy attitude than please dear Lord don’t spew this crap to me–I’m the special ed teacher.  Well, tomorrow is the big x-mas day.  I know the kids are going to have fun.
Fam–nothing new to report.
Friends–A sent a baby update.  She’s getting an ultrasound tomorrow, so she’ll have more to report then.  I want to know how she’s doing her nursury!   Well, more when I get something.

About takedeux

In one summer I had a baby who was hospitalized for five weeks, quit my job, and moved back to my hometown. This blog is about starting over.
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