not care about what other people think

mr father and sister are assholes. they treat me with SUCH disrepect. and my dad said that he doesn’t care if terry goes to his party. fuck him. he hung up on me too.

getting close to 50 makes it seem easier and more important at the same time.

I went straight in to get the scoop on whether or not I have a job next year. Jan said she didn’t have all of the info, but I told her I thought it was wrong for the school to have spent money on hotels for convention. She admitted it was a mistake. She said someone would lose their job, and we might be getting salary cuts too. or Kdg. and 1st might get combined.

i need to remember that my family is more important than anything and i have the right to know if we’re not (us teachers) going to be paid for the days we didn’t take off, at the end of the school year.
i’m counting on that money, and i’m afraid they’re not gonna dome thru with it. so i’m gonna ask.

i finally spoke up about the 2 + 2 idea that the overbearing 6th grade teacher wants us all to do. none of the teachers feel comfortable with it, and now we have no time since they cut our assistants’ hours. a couple confirmed my opinion, but the new, young teachers are too chicken to speak for themselves. they just let us do the work. anyway, i took another step in being ok with giving my opinion!!!

i’m more determined than ever to become a stronger person. i’m approaching 50, so it’s time to be confident and feel as good as i can about EVERYTHING!

a miscommunication with one of the other teachers made me a few minutes late to an event, and my principal seemed angry at me. i have to admit that i was happy when she came in to watch my kids at lunch and she admitted that she forgot to bring the milk in. guess she’s human too. but i was still worried that she was angry. i need to let y worries go. she’s not important.

the powers that be are so intimidating that people won’t say what they really think. they are SO afraid of not being liked. i have that fear too.

i went to an open house yesterday of a horrible school that my children used to attend. i’m a teacher at a better school, and i went to scout out their marketing techniques. i didn’t identify myself, no one recognized me, but i kinda wish there were more peple there so i could practice not being intimidated. maybe i’ll go to the one in jan. when more teachers are there. nonetheless, i’m proud of myself for not caring what they thought about me showing up at a school where i had a bad experience!