Wow, my time with the teacher from hell has finally drawn to an end!
Just to see whether, as my better half reckons, there is enough material for a book at some point, I might just write about what made this lovely lady so bad a professional.
Today, it was the last day to sort the last bits, children drew last minute farewell cards and sorted their drawers and lockers before morning break. In the afternoon, there was a celebration assembly with lots of awards and cups and certificates and birthday songs and farewells. Afterwards, there was supposed to have been a party in our classroom, a fact I had been looking forward to for quite a while.
But no, for inexplicable reasons, said teacher decided to move the party forward to before lunch. The children were estatic as it meant eating the goodies they had brought along a little earlier than expected. For me it meant not even being able to watch the crazy dancing, the musical chairs game, the chess sessions and board game mania which ensued.
So while I was climbing over computers and chairs, somehow trying to get the background up on as many display boards as possible, the children were constantly asking whether I wouldn’t join in. Maybe I just should’ve!
It wasn’t to be.
At the end of the day when I had gathered all the children’s thank you gifts and cards, I looked around the classroom once more and wondered out loud whether I had everything. Then I went.
The teacher whose shambles I had been picking up for a year never even made the effort to say goodbye or even thank me. Ah well, my life can finally begin, so glad never to have to be nice to her again.