What a day, what a day what a day.
First, a teacher gets snatched up by the bully cow (principal), then I’m assaulted by a habitually violent first grader and now (as I write this) I’m sitting in the doctor’s office, attempting to collect my thoughts on the events of the day.
Okay, so I’m walking thru the halls and I see one of my colleagues frantic. I walk over to see what the commotion was about and she shows me her bruised right arm. She proceeds to tell me that the cow attempted to force a conversation with her.
Now, let me pause for the cause and remind you readers that this is what the heifer does. She bullies and bulldozes her way into a conversation with a person; even when she is asked not to and has been asked not to (this is documented in an email that was sent to us both by her supervisor). She has done me like this several times. Okay, so the cow is upset at my colleague (let’s call her “Smiles”), for whatever reasons the evil voices in her head tell her. The latest was that a student allegedly told the cow that Smiles and another colleague were talking about the size of the cow.
Okay, run that back. The cow…brought third party information (gossip, mess, pettiness)…that was allegedly from a child (a student, a minor, a youth)…to a teacher (a colleague, a respectful adult, a classy lady). The cow is said to have stated that she (the cow) responded to the child stating some thing to the effect that Smiles (the one she assaulted) didn’t have room to talk. Say what?? So Smiles mentioned to the cow that she never said anything about her, especially to or in front of a child.
So fast forward a few days. I guess the cow felt the need to speak Smiles in private. In attempting to force Smiles into a conversation, Smiles politely declined speaking to this bully in private and cited that she didn’t feel comfortable. As old habits die hard, the bully cow heifer grabbed Smiles by her arm and snatched her toward her. Say what?? I saw the bruise with my own 2 eyes and better pictures have been taken of the red, swollen and torn skin.
As I hear the story, I’m wondering why shit like this doesn’t happen to me. Because for real…I would have rolled that big bitch. Oh, pardon me…I would have politely asked her not to physically touch me in that manner, as it is not polite and offends me ever so greatly. Nah, that just doesn’t have the same feel as rolling her fat ass. Yea, I woulda rolled her fat ass!!! How about that for “newsworthy”.
So, the teacher, my colleague decided that she needed to go see urgent care. Girl, better you than me because I would have had to call home for bail money. I’m so glad she proactively emailed the superintendent and the regional supervisor. Let’s see how they cover this shit up. Because we do know this will be covered up, right? (side eye)
Alright, so on to me being physically assaulted. I had an irate student that attempted to disrespect every student in my classroom. She ultimately became so upset because the students she attempted to bully turned the tables on her. Yea!
So as I attempted to diffuse the situation – I asked the little habitually violent and disruptive student to leave the classroom. Of course she refused. I went to her desk to assist her out of the classroom, she declined. I picked her up and carried her to the classroom door. At this point, with three adults witnessing and the entire class, she kicked me twice in my shin. Oh the agony!!!
I solicited the help of another teacher who escorted her to another room. I was called a bastard and other choice words that I dare not repeat (oh, the offense thrown). I had to clutch my pearls!!
I so wanted to call the police. Instead I made a fuss to the pseudo administrator, the bald minion. She was no help, as I knew she would be. She can’t be trusted. Her main role is to lick ass to maintain a position that she hasn’t earned. I digress. But the message was loud and clear….I’m calling the po-po (aka police).
I emailed the cow and her supervisor. I was responded to immediately, despite me previously calling and walking to her temporary bomb shelter, where she was not hiding. I swear, there must be a trap door in that damn room. I literally called then walked to the same room I called and neither the bald minion nor the cow were out to pasture. Well, I’ll be a monkeys uncle. Next thing I know, I get an email and I see the “how now brown cow” done waddled down the hall to my room. Interesting seeing you here, welcome!!!
She told me to fill out an incident report form. She was ever so kind in assisting me with the wrong paperwork. I read it, it said not for teacher incidents, but I filled it out anyway…got a signature and my copies. Yea, you have to ensure that these people do their job, hold ‘em accountable. You going to the doctor? Damn straight I am. This is not a game. I’m already under doctors care for a military injury and this thang might have aggravated it. Oh, the agony!!!
This place…this whole place is hell. Hellish behaviors, hellish “principal”, hellish process.
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