My entire life I have tried to avoid being sucked into the swirling vortex of insanity that accompanies nasty rumors. It’s that part of office politics that I can’t stand. But, in a school, rumors are the driving force behind the educator culture. It doesn’t matter what the “brains” tell you about a professional learning community; it’s more like a professional gossip community. The rumor mill in a school system is the fastest moving form of viral evil I’ve ever seen or witnessed.
Unfortunately, I found myself in the middle of the most recent maelstrom today. The turbulent waves of hate bounced around me and landed on someone I care for, and someone I’m used to protecting. He may be my former husband, but no one deserves this level of ignorance and malfeasance directed at them.
I arrived at school at 748, and by 9 a.m. a teacher I trust ran to me and warned me that she had just been questioned about an affair my husband may have had before we were separated. I about fell over. I told her to diffuse the situation when someone asked her about it and tell everyone he and I are separated.
But the situation escalated into a run-a-away 100-ton train carrying a load of coal and Waterford Crystal. By the end of the day, I was made into a martyr who deserved pity (which I hate); and my former and the accused female have been declared evil personified. I don’t want to be a part of this in any way. I want people to leave me and my situation alone. I had reconciled my feelings regarding my former and the female, and now this nonsense drudges up feelings that I had hoped were long gone, but apparently not.
When I got to school, I was happy, lighthearted, and optimistic about the remaining school year. I was determined to make the most of 2009; but within an hour the dark cloud had caught up to me and within three hours my stomach turned nervous and I was exploding nervousness. I’ve never sought out any “professional” type help before, but I felt ready to implode and spent about 90 minutes with the counselor in order to keep from going classroom door-to-door and telling people to screw themselves.
I don’t want to go back to school; I just want to run – far and fast away from all the mind and soul numbing ignorance.
Unfortunately, I found myself in the middle of the most recent maelstrom today. The turbulent waves of hate bounced around me and landed on someone I care for, and someone I’m used to protecting. He may be my former husband, but no one deserves this level of ignorance and malfeasance directed at them.
I arrived at school at 748, and by 9 a.m. a teacher I trust ran to me and warned me that she had just been questioned about an affair my husband may have had before we were separated. I about fell over. I told her to diffuse the situation when someone asked her about it and tell everyone he and I are separated.
But the situation escalated into a run-a-away 100-ton train carrying a load of coal and Waterford Crystal. By the end of the day, I was made into a martyr who deserved pity (which I hate); and my former and the accused female have been declared evil personified. I don’t want to be a part of this in any way. I want people to leave me and my situation alone. I had reconciled my feelings regarding my former and the female, and now this nonsense drudges up feelings that I had hoped were long gone, but apparently not.
When I got to school, I was happy, lighthearted, and optimistic about the remaining school year. I was determined to make the most of 2009; but within an hour the dark cloud had caught up to me and within three hours my stomach turned nervous and I was exploding nervousness. I’ve never sought out any “professional” type help before, but I felt ready to implode and spent about 90 minutes with the counselor in order to keep from going classroom door-to-door and telling people to screw themselves.
I don’t want to go back to school; I just want to run – far and fast away from all the mind and soul numbing ignorance.
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