Entry 7

Today, just a week since my first day teaching that ridiculous class, I was fired. The principal called me into his office once more and detailed what I did wrong in a very moralistic, droning tone. I failed to notice that one of my students was being abused at home and also failed to report it – how should I have known? I don’t understand this place. I miss living at home with my mother and her silly comments. At least she appreciated my skills in teaching and my intellect. I feel so unappreciated. After being unceremoniously fired from the job, I left the school thinking about how this journey had epically failed. I did not better my reputation as a teacher, but in fact, ruined it. All because of the students and that principle that thought they were ahead of me in morals! Just because I didn’t actually care about how they were doing. That wasn’t my job. This place has shown me unfairness. I’m done here; the entire journey was a waste of time.