Disarm You With a Smile

...How much I love my job.

I had a nightmare about losing it.

I dreamt that the principal stepped into my class and told me that I was no longer teaching at my high school, that I was being moved to the next county to teach highschool there. I was doubtful, but went along with it.

I get to the new 'high school' and find young children instead: 7 - 13 yr olds. I don't TEACH 7 - 13 yr olds. So, I stand in front of this class of students, and parents start filing in. "You can't say that to MY CHILD!" "I don't wnat MY CHILD learning this stupid literature crap!" "MY CHILD is not a behavior problem!" OH yeah, I'm freakin.

Then other teachers start filtering in, one at a time. "You're doing this wrong. You need to learn to write on the board neater." "Oh good lord, do ya really expect em to learn when you're dressed like that?" "For pete's sake, Michelle, don't let your students get up and walk around like that!"

Then the students and parents started yelling about me as a person. I was stupid, I was a terrible liar; I had no business teaching if I didn't know my subject matter. That kind of stuff.

So of course, in the dream I quit that new school and was heading out the office door saying, "I'm goin back to my old high school!" when, suddenly there was the principal, telling me I couldn't because I'd already quit the old job and had been hired at the new school ahead of time. I was STUCK there with tiny children, angry parents, berating teacher, and bad administrators.

NIGHT. MARE.

And the day just got worse from there. I don't even want to go into it. *sigh* I'm going over to Deni's to watch S5 of Angel. Smile Time, Hole in the World. Good times.