Being accused of something you didn’t do is a lonely place to be. People can offer sympathy but it isn’t them. It’s a lonely journey.
No progress. The children haven’t rescinded their lies, and the union can’t supply a lawyer until next Wednesday afternoon, so everything is in holding pattern.
I won’t say too much, but it has been communicated that Administration supports me. I am the sacrificial lamb, however.
Every time someone asks me me how I am feeling I answer truthfully, “not well” and “lonely”.
Why would anyone stay a teacher after having this rubbish thrown at them? These are the experiences that change your perspective on things. Why do children have think they can use laws that are required to protect real victims, to their own evil ends?
I know their names now, there are three girls. One is in a class I supervise for free reading one period a fortnight. Ever since I met her I have felt an evilness about her, as though my sixth sense was on alert. Now I know. Just think what she might accuse a male teacher of doing! A male teacher could end up in jail!
I asked Mr FD if he was going to care for me when I was starling raving mad, and he said that he already is…
You know the saying, fall down eight times, get up nine? Well, I think this might be my tenth fall.