Working hard for.....

Nothing.... It seems that way in life for many people. Why do we work so hard for really nothing. The saying goes "Hard work never killed anybody." Well it has me. Why am I working so hard. I can barely keep myself afloat. I put in so much time with work and get paid for very little. My boss pushes me to work harder and yet it seems like my paychecks are the same. I hate not getting more money when I work so fucking hard for it. Why can't some one rich just give me some money for I can be set for a while. I really want to switch jobs. Don't get me wrong, I love my job but it takes so much out of me. Physically and emotionally. Physically I'm on my feet and using my body to teach my students to express themselves. Teaching late night or sometimes early in the mornings.

Emotionally.... It takes so much. Pouring my heart and soul teaching for so much. Teaching the characters of the dance. Being passionate, driving myself to teach more, transferring my emotions and energy to my students. It harder than your think. If some of my students can't feel that it's harder for me. I love dance, I am passionate about it. When I dance I am a different person. I am filled with my emotions but at the end of the dance a part of me is gone... Maybe it's time for a change....

Do you agree?

One day...

I will have my own Super heroes!

Giving up...

Sometimes i feel like giving up. Not on life or killing myself. But on work. I love my job, but the fact that i work with a controlling hag that always gets her way. Tomorrow is the yearly fundraiser which i am not looking forward to. I will be slaved around in the land of Face painting for two hours! While the other head teacher get to go around and play the game and activities with her son. Her excuse is that she could not find a sitter for her son and the father is in mexico and she just wants him to enjoy it. Give me a fucking break. I work harder than her to teach my students life skills and give them lessons that challenge their minds. She on the other hand yells at them and does nothing. She wonders why i am mad at times. Even when i ask her to help me she always needs to leave and go do something elsewhere. Well i am not the head teacher but i should be. On top of this what will happen tomorrow is that my boss will get to the point of drunk and just laugh and smile with all the parents and encourage them to buy things. Well i am going to express things about her playing favorites with teachers. And that it is Illegal for me to work that Fundraiser ever again! I am hourly not Salary. And where is it in my job description to do stuff like this. Plus my boss never listens to me or give me advice on what to do with my co worker. I am honestly lost with her and can never depend on her. She leaves work early at 9 or sometimes 10. To never return until the next morning. So when i want to talk to her about stuff i can never. I am ready to just tell people off and hope that they see wrong that they have made.

God...if you are out there... help me get past this!

Do Firemen and children mix?

Well boys and girls. It's that time of year. Where i take my class to the Fire station where we get to meet, talk, learn, and enjoy some of the great firemen of Portland. We were greeted by Fireman John,(pictured below in fire gear) He told us all bout what fire can do, and how not to play with fire. He walked us through the fire truck, put on and off his gear, gave the children fire hats, and took a class picture with us. Also the daddy of firemen was there to give me a spanking...(notice both firmen poses ... looks like someone was a calendar model..guess which one) Overall the fire station is my favorite fieldtrip of all! Feel free to oogoogle the firemen!

When i was younger...

My family never had money for us kids to take a lunch to school. We only had lunch when it was a field trip. Most of the time i would eat the free lunches at the school. But now that i am a teacher and work with some really great kids. Recently on our field trip, one of my students came up to me and asked me to read the note above in the picture to them.

Note:
WE LOVE OUR BUG!
LOVE MOMMY,DADDY,AND CLAIRE

Upon reading this, i wish that my mother did things like this. I wished that i got special lunches with secret love notes. I wished that my mother or father would tell me more how much the did love me when i was younger. The child of the note. Her face lit up like a candle. Her smile beamed from ear to ear. She was in love with the fact that her family cares so much about her. After lunch that day, that is all she talked about. How much her family loved her. I am glad that some of the parents in my class show their kids how much they love them! When i have my child. I plan to do things like this!