It is time for the teachers to go home. There is one of me and 60 of them - and they were all clamoring for my attention today ("Can you sign off on this?", "I don't think you really wanted little Johnny to be in Mrs. __'s class.", "How many gifted students did I get compared to Mrs. __?", "You might not know but ___'s parents and I don't have a great history.", "I need to get a new teacher's desk because there is a rust spot on mine.", "I think Mrs. ___ is mad at me because she won't speak to me." and on and on...). Tomorrow is the last day of post planning. That is a good thing because I can't take too much more of this being needed ALL. THE. TIME.Sheesh.
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