I didn’t set my alarm last night. Ugh. Luckily, I woke up at 5:55, anyway. That’ 15 minutes later than usual, but I still made it to school in plenty of time. I am really glad I got that salary stuff taken care of, finally. I am anxious to see what my paycheck will be next time. I turned in that per session stuff, and hopefully my paycheck will be at the new rate by that check, too. I asked about the October 16th paycheck extra money that the email talked about. The UFT person said she thought that I would get 8% of whatever my pay currently is. I said, you mean thousands? She said no, but it would be thousands if it’s 8% of a year’s salary. I can’t wait for that. At least it’s something to look forward to. If it is that much, I will pay off the credit card debt I racked up the summer while I was making $500 a month. As long as I’m still in New York, I am going to try to earn extra money via per session stuff so I can save and pay off my debts. It would be great if I could be debt free when I left here. That way, all the money I make could go into saving to buy a house. Now that my perspective on working and retiring has changed, I am not afraid of a 30 year mortgage. I am going to not even think about retiring anymore. I am going to work as long as I can. When I get back to Kentucky, I am going to do the foster parent training classes immediately. I will be saving and saving so that I can buy all the things I will need- the furniture, maybe a swing set for the back yard, etc.
My afternoon classes here are miserable- especially my 5th period. I can tough it out, though. It’s only 45 minutes of my day. I will tough it out until I can get out of here.
Later, that same day…
Surprisingly, my 5th and 6th period classes were not that bad today. The girl that wrecked my 5th period was not there today. I’m not sure what to think about my AP that came in after school to talk to me today. I kind of felt like she was blaming me for that kids’ wacko behavior. I didn’t do shit but what I was supposed to do. She should be figuring out how to get that kid out of my class she is wrecking instead of telling me I need a “transition plan” for getting the kid into the room without having a melt down. What the hell. It’s tough to swallow “advice” from someone 15 years younger than me with 1/2 the experience I have and likely less education as well. Whatever. Shit like that just makes it easier for me to leave when the time comes.