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I can't. I fucking can't.
Sep. 7th, 2021 08:43 pmFinal exam is on Monday.
I have half the work sheets prepared, and about one third of the plans I need to hand in.
Had planned to have the plans finished at the end of the summer holidays, one month ago. That worked out great, didn't it.
Yesterday, I fetched my class after lunch break and one boy was in tears. Didn't want to say what was wrong but his co-students told me that another student had stuffed stinging nettles into his shirt. As it turned out, that student and his croneys have been bullying the crying boy for weeks. Cue me dropping both English lessons to talk about bullying, why it is despicable, what sort of people do it, and what the kids should do when they witness it. Letter to parents of the bullies forthcoming. Today, I got an email from the bullied boy's mother describing the situation and complaining that other kids had seen the scene and said I just took the class inside. YES. I FUCKING TOOK THEM INSIDE BECAUSE THE FUCKING LUNCH BREAK WAS OVER AND THE PLAYGROUND IS NO PLACE TO TALK ABOUT SERIOUS MATTERS. WHAT EXACTLY SHOULD I HAVE DONE. I SACRIFICED TWO ENGLISH LESSONS THAT I WOULD HAVE NEEDED TO GET THE CLASS INTO SHAPE FOR THE EXAM.
Just moments ago, another message from another mother. One of the girls in class got death threats from a co-student. She will talk to the principal tomorrow. Don't know who sent the threats yet because she didn't bother to tell me. But there will definitely be consequences and because this is so serious, I'll probably have to tackle it on Thursday at the latest.
I can't. I have no clue how I'm supposed to get any of this done. Didn't have the time to write this entry either but I needed to get it out of the system so I don't break down crying in seminary tomorrow. I just... can't.
I have half the work sheets prepared, and about one third of the plans I need to hand in.
Had planned to have the plans finished at the end of the summer holidays, one month ago. That worked out great, didn't it.
Yesterday, I fetched my class after lunch break and one boy was in tears. Didn't want to say what was wrong but his co-students told me that another student had stuffed stinging nettles into his shirt. As it turned out, that student and his croneys have been bullying the crying boy for weeks. Cue me dropping both English lessons to talk about bullying, why it is despicable, what sort of people do it, and what the kids should do when they witness it. Letter to parents of the bullies forthcoming. Today, I got an email from the bullied boy's mother describing the situation and complaining that other kids had seen the scene and said I just took the class inside. YES. I FUCKING TOOK THEM INSIDE BECAUSE THE FUCKING LUNCH BREAK WAS OVER AND THE PLAYGROUND IS NO PLACE TO TALK ABOUT SERIOUS MATTERS. WHAT EXACTLY SHOULD I HAVE DONE. I SACRIFICED TWO ENGLISH LESSONS THAT I WOULD HAVE NEEDED TO GET THE CLASS INTO SHAPE FOR THE EXAM.
Just moments ago, another message from another mother. One of the girls in class got death threats from a co-student. She will talk to the principal tomorrow. Don't know who sent the threats yet because she didn't bother to tell me. But there will definitely be consequences and because this is so serious, I'll probably have to tackle it on Thursday at the latest.
I can't. I have no clue how I'm supposed to get any of this done. Didn't have the time to write this entry either but I needed to get it out of the system so I don't break down crying in seminary tomorrow. I just... can't.
