I am trying to not neglect this one again, especially since it is one of the few windows out to the west I have so I do have some updates.
I had my first day of work and even though I only had three hours of sleep, a half-baked plan, and anxiety, I managed it. I felt the spark of teaching come back. I liked that it made sense for the students to be asking questions and listening and trying. I feed off of that and it made me go, yes. This was the right choice.
And I realised how much it had been trampled when I was in that dysfunctional shithole of a workplace. I won't slander the town cause I loved being there. I loved the silent stillness of the Tundra and the way the sky was in the middle of winter. And the Northern Lights. I miss that aspect of being there.
I don't miss the bullshit and the stupidity that ruined a good school for no damned good reason.
Which leads into the other bit of news I got: The main architect of all that horseshit was demoted and moved to another school. I'm not laughing or enjoying anynone's misfortune at all. Let me be that clear. But I felt such a VINDICATION and closure over the entire set of events. It's like HAH, I can finally close the book on this bullshit.
Everyone I told was like "Good! Consequences have been served." And honestly, I was STUNNED since that rarely happens up there. All I figure is that this person made enough enemies and missteps for them to get rid of them that decisively. And I don't care what it was. I got my vindication and my closure.
It marked me, that entire situation, but I can't continue being there. This was the last push I needed to leave it be.
I had my first day of work and even though I only had three hours of sleep, a half-baked plan, and anxiety, I managed it. I felt the spark of teaching come back. I liked that it made sense for the students to be asking questions and listening and trying. I feed off of that and it made me go, yes. This was the right choice.
And I realised how much it had been trampled when I was in that dysfunctional shithole of a workplace. I won't slander the town cause I loved being there. I loved the silent stillness of the Tundra and the way the sky was in the middle of winter. And the Northern Lights. I miss that aspect of being there.
I don't miss the bullshit and the stupidity that ruined a good school for no damned good reason.
Which leads into the other bit of news I got: The main architect of all that horseshit was demoted and moved to another school. I'm not laughing or enjoying anynone's misfortune at all. Let me be that clear. But I felt such a VINDICATION and closure over the entire set of events. It's like HAH, I can finally close the book on this bullshit.
Everyone I told was like "Good! Consequences have been served." And honestly, I was STUNNED since that rarely happens up there. All I figure is that this person made enough enemies and missteps for them to get rid of them that decisively. And I don't care what it was. I got my vindication and my closure.
It marked me, that entire situation, but I can't continue being there. This was the last push I needed to leave it be.