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Okay- so I've been a terrible blogger since I started this blog oh so long ago... I've decided that I'm going to be better. I'm going to blog about my life more often, about my job, about my thoughts and plans.

I really wish I were keeping better track of my life. I want to be able to look back and remember how I felt, what I thought about things, myself, politics, work, family, Jimmy... life only happens once and my memory isn't as good as I'd like. The things I remember are garbled and half dream so often that I really don't want to leave all my recollections with my brain. Instead I'd like them written somewhere that can never be lost and it seems like the Internet is the only thing I know that can never forget.

So here goes a non-new years resolution. I will write more blogs. In fact- I will write twice a week or so and document my life better. I wont resolve to write about anything in particular- but I do resolve to write.



thus the following excerpt from my life:



I currently hate my co-worker and co-teacher, lets call her C. She is an idiot. She is the kind of person who makes us all stupider by procreating. She is terrible at her job. She is one of those people that complains about everything, is a tedious one-upper and gives everyone terrible and unsolicited advice.

She is the root of the problem in America. I don't know how she has made it this far in life without being hit by a bus or driving off the edge of something steep. Sadly I feel bad for her. It's a horrible catch 22 where one minute I'm determined to get her fired and crushed like a bug and the next I feel like I'd only be upset if I did so- since she is seriously pathetic.


She refuses to change diapers, watch the playground, teach lessons, clean the classroom, do paperwork, play with the kids...

Her favorite and ONLY activities include plating lunch and telling parents how to raise their children. It's infuriating.

The parents hate her. Quita (my awesomely named hard-working co-worker) hates her. The other teachers hate her. The kids cry and when she (rarely) tries to comfort them, they scream even louder making me think that they hate her too. I see her do ridiculous things and I'm torn as to whether or not she's seriously deranged or seriously insipid.


My dilemma is that she is a mother of a six year old, she's under weight by about fifty pounds and she's poor enough that she cant driver her car to and from work.

I'd hate to get her fired, but 13 seventeen month-olds in one room, pushing and biting and yelling is too much chaos for one person to handle. I need a co-teacher that is mentally and physically there everyday. I'm tired of the kids hurting one another and not getting through the whole lesson plan because they are too out of control.

I've asked the administration to talk to her (and they have, twice) and there has been no change...

Friday she got on my very last nerve and also put my class in danger.

See, in my classroom there are very low kids tables for lunch etc. and the kids sometimes try to climb on top of them. They are incorrigible. You say, "No" and they just smile at you while they continue to do it. They laugh and it's hard to be mad... anyway- I was doing the 10:30 diaper change and the kids were all climbing on the table. It was "C's" job to be watching them and occupying them with reading time on the carpet.

Instead she was holding her favorite kid and playing only with them while the other 12 kids just ran wild.

Now, generally when my hands arent full of diaper- I take the class and do an activity, art, music, blocks, colors... whatever and keep them ALL occupied instead of just one or two of them interested I keep them all involved (and out of trouble).

(I also do all the cleaning...)


Instead, C ignored them all climbing on the table and started just yelling at them. Then when they kept climbing up there and laughing she didn't distract them with a game, or a book or toys- she started screaming at them.

Then she lost her cool and took two of the kids on the table and tipped them head down off the table so their faces were inches from the ground and hung them there. They, of course started crying and trying to get free- and she said this:

"See, that's what you get when you disobey Ms.C." Then she turned her back and left them hanging off the edge of the table.

I told my boss I needed to speak with her and she brushed me off until Monday when I'm not sure what to say besides, you need to review the tape of our classroom at 10:34am from Friday. (There is a video feed from the room for the parents to watch their kids "grow" while they are at work)

And see what she does from there.

I'm still torn- but the latter side is so much heavier. She doesn't need to be working with kids. She needs to be working with groceries.

I'm surprised that I'm so angry still, just writing this. It's silly, but serious, and confusing and not...

I don't know. Do you?


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