Wednesday, 25 March 2009

FURY

Well, what's new? I hear you say, rose is filled with fury.


Well, this is new, in a word, it's a new level of fury, and it's only 10:15.




Ok, so now it's 10:29 and I am crying. that's what I have come to expect from my job.


Ok, now it's 10:58. I am not crying anymore which is good, but I am still breathing funny, like how you breathe when you are going to cry...

I hereby make a solemn pledge, I Rose Gaia Harries, shall never, ever work in a school again. I fucking hate teenagers. I hate these teenagers, they are badly raised and that is a fact.


I have found an ally here, who also hates this place and the lack of support that we receive. She recommends that I use the word harrassment when talking about the way the children behave toward me, she is right, it's a good word.


It's funny, cause if asked to describe why this job is so stressful, it would be hard to articulate it effectively, it is very strange to be so constantly treated with no respect whatsoever. To be sworn at and patronised and flatly ignored and to come beneath the people that you are supposed to be in charge of in terms of respect and power. You basically have to let someone shit all over you and then thank them, and apologise to them in front of a room of people. It's degrading.

I can not relate to these kids, they are rich, and they have no manners at all. Some of them do, but it really is the minority. Yes, lots of them don't speak great English, but I'm sure it's normal to learn the word 'thankyou' before the word 'shit' ? And they do live in England I mean it is kind of their duty to learn some basic polite word, 'please' 'hello', rather than stride up to the desk and stare at the floor and shout " CHESS! CHESS!" I mean, surely that's rude in every country?


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