Work was a total clusterfuck today. At least two teachers were absent and the morning was chaos. I was alone in the gym with 17 kids until someone showed up. Later, when I called The Boss (who'd come in at ten a.m.) to say that the younger preschool teacher needed help for about half an hour, instead of help or even sympathy, I got an earful of pissy attitude. I swear, if it weren't for the very pretty new afternoon girl with the penchant for bending over deeply to talk to the kids, I wouldn't be happy with The Job at all.
All I want to say about Social Studies is this. Last week, we broke into groups to do a project on the presidents. Someone emailed our group asking for suggestions, and I emailed everyone saying my pick was "FDR." I mentioned his 12-year term, his polio, his policies that combated the Great Depression, and how he oversaw America's participation in world War II. Tonight, a girl in our group accosted me to ask who this "FDR" was.
I am extremely depressed. The pressures of The Job and my failures as a human being are straining me to the breaking point.