I typed up my resignation letter giving the school 3 weeks notice, knowing full well I will be asked to leave the building as soon as the director has the letter in her hand. All I'm asking is for God to give me a few minutes alone in my classroom so I can gather the numbers of the parents that I am especially close to. And I want to find the phone number to the little boy that was jerked by the arm...damnit, I feel his mama needs to know what is going on in that school.

The more I think about it the madder I get.  I mean really now. How can you stand in a group of teachers...all from different ethnic backgrounds and calmly ask "Who's the new little taco?" referring to the new Hispanic child. Did I miss something Is it really cool to talk about a child like that? Why isn't she losing her job? Can we say child abuse? Another teacher...one of the new "church members" that replaced another non-church member that was fired was overheard telling a student "Get back in line or I'll wrap my hands around your throat."

Last year there was a church here in Georgia where  many of the parents had their children taken away by family and children services because the church members as well as the pastor was accused of abusing the children...beating them and verbally abusing them...makes me wonder what I got myself into when I joined up with this bunch of loonies.

This is exactly why I do not attend church services. I would rather worship my God in my way. Alone. Well, if I'm blogging in the middle of the day tomorrow you'll know I got the boot out the door. Man, I'm going to leave behind an empty classroom...I had to buy all of my own toys and such.

Later Taters,

Ney-Ney