Vindicated (Post 1)

Friday, November 07, 2008
I feel vindicated. We feel vindicated.

A certain administrator came to our classroom on Friday, around 10:30 AM. She brought with her 2 people to critique our classroom. They loved the look of the room. Everything was so bright and cheery. There were pictures of the children on the walls. The ladies liked everything. The administrator had to introduce us as co-teachers and basically sung our praises in front of these people. I am sure she was gagging inside, as I am pretty sure we are her least favorite teachers in the program. After making some adjustments like placing the toothpaste in an upper cabinet, moving the convection oven on top of the refrigerator, and making arrangements for a lock for an upper cupboard, the three ladies left. We later found out that our room passed this unannounced 'pre-inspection' with 'flying colors,' her words not mine. The only other change was that my gerbils needed to come home, all they will allow is the fish. The people who inspected our room actually told our administrator that she should have US go and mentor to other teachers who are having trouble putting their room together. I am sure that killed her to hear that coming from an outside source.

So my question to my supervisor was this: if I was not good enough after the end of last year to be a lead teacher by myself, why is it that this year, they are singing our praises and contemplating making us 'Mentor Teachers?' I also asked what they were planning for me next year considering when we come back to work in August I will have my Master's Degree in ECE. Yes it is coming quickly! She said well then they might have to separate us! So punish us because we work good together (splitting us up) and punish us for their not having the ability to proper support their teachers and let situations and children get out of hand (hence we are Co-teachers).

We are good at what we do. Separate or apart. We work well as a team, always did and always will.

So in your face....you know who you are...

(I am posting this as a public record for when the shoe is on the other foot, I can remember her words)
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