The Eve of the Last Day of School
And yet I don't feel much like celebrating.
Probably has something to do with the last-minute meeting sprung on me by an administrator.
Which started off, "Are you happy here?"
And it just got worse from there.
Oh, I still have a job. For now. It's just going to be an uphill battle proving the position "deserves" to be full time in spite of being judged solely by people's preconceived notions and the minimal schedule on paper.
That's awesome timing. "Have a great summer!" and all that.
I bit my tongue and saved the crying for the drive home.
(Because I wasn't already upset that one of my students has been in the hospital all week.)
But look! I sagely followed my gut first thing in the morning and made a nail appointment for the afternoon.
|First pedi of the summer. Shimmery blue-green like mermaid's scales.|
So that's a very helpful distraction. I have one grade of students to thank for a monetary gift that (partially) made it possible.