Well, you two have been quite busy on the blogger.com site.
We spent last night at your and my friend’s house, MB. She is devastated from being let go (fired, as she calls it), but was able to look back and share some reasons why she feels she should have been let go. I feel so bad for her because she did nothing more than many of us have done–make enemies with the “wrong” parent–you know, the one who has power. She said she also did some things that could have put kids in harms way, but not anything we all haven’t done–like leave your class to take another child to the office. However, she also did some that were repeats, not thinking the offense was bad. However, since she already had a principal looking over her shoulder, it was used against her.
She is now worried that she will not get another teaching job. But it was good to hear her say that she knew what she had done, she knew the principal had to let her go for it or he could have been liable if anything had happened, and she also rested in peace with the fact that everything she did was out of kindness to the kids. She says she just treated all of them as if they were her own children, she the mom. Now she realizes that she has to have a different role, one in which she has to be more responsible for safety. She feels awful that she did not realize that before now, but she is also not beating herself up over it.
Anyway, we all went to their house last night to help her get it off her mind. Of course, we ended up talking about it all night, though, imagine! I know just how awful it is to just keep things running in your head like that, and you just cannot let it go. You feel bad about yourself, you are embarrassed, and you are angry that no one ever talked to you about it before–not that you would have listened. Anyway, that is how I am. Then I wonder forever if people had been telling me all along and I just was not listening. Kind of like I felt about going menopausally, raised Italian, animated on someone I know. Bad personal behavior—it just never quits playing in your head.
Sometimes I wonder. . .