Occasionally I have to be a little tacky and b$#@%. It is how I stay so sweet the rest of the time. : ) Where else can I do this but my blog, which is fairly anonymous I hope (along to venting to my husband, who typically ends up more fired up than me by the end).
So, last day of school was today. It was terrific. Kids had a great time. Everything went smoothly and happily. People in the know, (staff and my savvy parents) have commented many times on what a challenging year I have had and how hard I've worked to meet everyone's needs. I had a very understated Teacher Appreciation Week, and actually felt like maybe families didn't like me. Lately, as the year has wrapped up, people have come out of the woodwork telling me they really notice the difference I've made.
Despite how busy things have been, I wrote P's teacher a detailed card and got her a nice, sizeable gift, even though I've had a lot of expenses lately and am entering the summer sans paycheck. When weighing how to acknowledge her, I thought: She has taken care of my daughter for six hours a day and taught her to read. As today wrapped up, a lot of my families who are somewhat disadvantaged gave me sweet cards and cookies. I was touched. More prosperous families gave me verbal, genuine-sounding thank-you's and that was it. See ya.
I have spent so much of my own money on my classroom and things for the kids (due to lack of classroom donations), not to mention the time, time, time I give. I love it. It's my job. I do get a salary. But doesn't my work merit, just a $5 Starbucks card at least? Do you tip your waitress, or figure she/he gets paid already? I take care of your precious child all day and teach them life skills. I'm just baffled.
Sorry. Told you it was going to be tacky. Next post will share some end of year great memories with Miss P and summer plans.