Friday, January 27, 2006

I cried!

It happened on Wednesday. I had a difficult hour with my 5th hour government class. It has to do with a variety of things that are constantly bubbling right below the surface including the routine disappearance of school supplies during the hour (read: someone steals my stapler and board eraser because they know how upset it makes me) and a particulary disrespectful drop-out from the alternative high school. After an after-class confrontation with said student, where he told me I was a terrible teacher because I was always bitching at him, I let him go to his last hour. As my last hour kids are coming into class, I turn around and see that my board eraser, once again, has been successfully stolen. And then- it happened. BIG TEARS START ROLLING DOWN MY FACE. Trying to divert an emotional disaster, I head to the office where my principal looks at me with such sympathy that the floodgate of tears is unleashed. Balling. I'm balling. I attempt to return to my 6th hour. I open up my mouth to speak, and the tears come again. My principal tells me to take a day off. I do. I sleep in until 11- go running- go shopping- go tanning. Meanwhile, I'm fielding phonecalls from more than a handful of students all around the school who have heard the rumor that I have quit my job. Expressions of embarrasing (for me) love and admiration pour out- but the battle lines have been drawn. The administration uses this last episode from the surly student to finally expel him for good. (He's been on the journey to expulsion for months- is not allowed to attend his math class anymore because he is such a disruption). And while I am shopping on my "mental health day", certain students stage a protest to keep this student in school. How- you may ask- did I get caught up in this drama? I cried. I cried hard and in front of people. I feel weak, manipulative, and misunderstood. I wish the situation could just be "someone stole her eraser and she was upset and emotional and cried". But's its not. People think I have an agenda against this kid- they assume (wrongfully) that I hate him. Sometimes it is hard to be a Christian when dealing with these types of situations- that lack a black and white. And sometimes, girls just cry.

6 Comments:

Blogger karen said...

Oh, Missy. How hard it is to be misunderstood. Hopefully others who know you well will believe your response to be honest and not manipulative. If not, though it's hard we learn that knowing the truth ourselves has to be enough when popularity fades.

I've been in a hermit mood lately and worry what my friends (or people who want to be my friends) will think of me. I guess I fear being misunderstood and that people won't like me anymore when I come out of my cave :)

2:04 PM

 
Blogger Simone said...

Missy - I don't believe you are wacked out or unusualy in this situation. Emotional, yes, but what young female teacher who is being plastered by rotton students is not? Completely accecptable and allowable. I felt from you (very well written) narrative that the administration is behind you? Yes, that is so vitally important.
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I just spent those stars praying intensly for you and a just outcome to this situation.
You are a great teacher, Missy. YOu are a just teacher with godly motives. I believe in you. Hey, Missy, it is okay to cry.

3:02 PM

 
Blogger Lara said...

Where is that stinker of a student? If I could get my hands on him.... And what's with those students who have nothing better to do than stage a protest? They just want to feel like they are doing something radical and sticking it to the man. Teenagers! I hope that Sienna is never one. I just want to assure you that while reading your post my first response was one of compassion in fact I was going to begin this with "Oh, Missy." but Karen already used it so I'm taking the violent approach. Missy, you rock and dont' forget it! I'm glad you got to go shopping, running and tanning. If crying could do that for me I'd cry every day!

10:10 PM

 
Blogger Lara said...

Where is that stinker of a student? If I could get my hands on him.... And what's with those students who have nothing better to do than stage a protest? They just want to feel like they are doing something radical and sticking it to the man. Teenagers! I hope that Sienna is never one. I just want to assure you that while reading your post my first response was one of compassion in fact I was going to begin this with "Oh, Missy." but Karen already used it so I'm taking the violent approach. Missy, you rock and dont' forget it! I'm glad you got to go shopping, running and tanning. If crying could do that for me I'd cry every day!

10:10 PM

 
Blogger kukailimoku said...

Missy, I emphatize with you so much. I understand and I am so sorry things have been blown too much. I think you are a great teacher, and not just because you are my friend. It is my professional opinion.

Does it help to know that I had a bad day on Friday? A kid made a crack about my wife and I told him I would hit him in the face if I saw him in the street. Then he told me he "would piece me up." He went to the hall.

Give me a call when you have time and you can dump your stories on me. I like it.

10:43 PM

 
Blogger MelissaLB said...

Thanks for your kind words of encouragement. I really appreciate it. Well Benjamin- of course you should clock the kid for saying something about Simone. It's so funny when you step back from the situation... but when you're in the situation- it's not funny at all. It's heartbreaking to realize that some kids are (in the words of Lara) stinkers.

11:00 AM

 

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