last day

School is more fun with kids there. After three teacher work days, I'm ready to go and be done.

On my last day, I was very obviously snubbed by Mrs. K who everyone else holds in such high esteem. She and I were the only ones in the room, and I was trying to make friendly banter, but she not only didn't answer, but turned her back on me, a full 180-degree turn. Excuse me? You're an adult, I don't care what kind of grudge you hold against me. It was like some ill-feeling that had been simmering these last couple of months could finally come out now that the kids were gone and wouldn't see. I spend two years getting used to the students' disrespect, and now on the last day, I have to deal with the new feeling of a fellow teacher's disrespect. I wish it didn't bug me this much. It's funny that this teacher who embodies the spirit of Pott is the one to leave the only bad taste in my mouth from my year at this school. Come on, I'm on the way out anyway, but like a teenage girl, she couldn't hold back just one more day and instead had to take a final stab, a cowardly act.