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Mar. 11th, 2010 07:10 pmSo unfortunately the kid I work with became, today, my little hater (tm Jay Smooth) made flesh. Every bad thought I have about myself echoed from outside.
"You're gonna be a shit teacher, miss."
"Everyone you teach is gonna hate you."
"I can't wait until you leave Gloucester."
"You've got no friends."
"You've never had a boyfriend right?"
"You're sad."
"You have no TV? You're so boring."
"I'll have a party when you're gone, my life will be so much better."
"Nobody likes you."
"Why you been crying, miss?"
Why indeed.
I can't deal with people today, apologies.
"You're gonna be a shit teacher, miss."
"Everyone you teach is gonna hate you."
"I can't wait until you leave Gloucester."
"You've got no friends."
"You've never had a boyfriend right?"
"You're sad."
"You have no TV? You're so boring."
"I'll have a party when you're gone, my life will be so much better."
"Nobody likes you."
"Why you been crying, miss?"
Why indeed.
I can't deal with people today, apologies.
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Date: 2010-03-11 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-11 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-11 07:36 pm (UTC)But he's a little shit and I wish there was some way for me to transatlantically smack him for you. I'm not a teacher, and I can totally beat the assault charges, I'm sure.
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Date: 2010-03-11 07:31 pm (UTC)(And you know that, too)
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Date: 2010-03-11 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-11 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-11 08:16 pm (UTC)And kids like him do it to teachers/support assistants all the time, especially new ones, they don't really care who it is, that's not important. And even if you don't have the headvoicehate it STILL hurts. Because it's a well-aimed arrow and we like to be liked and appreciated. But you ARE liked and appreciated--that's come through loud and clear in posts you've made on other days. Fuck him. Fuck him up his stupid ass.
*hugs and hugs*
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Date: 2010-03-11 10:17 pm (UTC)He saw it was hurting you, and he twisted the knife. And it's coming from his own pain, his own inability to cope with school.
But this chorus you're seeing here, telling you it's not true? We're not the self-esteem boosters club. We're your friends, and we value you for exactly who you are.
*hugs*
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Date: 2010-03-11 10:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-11 07:37 pm (UTC)*HUGS AND HUGS AND MORE HUGS*
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Date: 2010-03-11 07:38 pm (UTC)<333333333333333333333333333333333333333
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Date: 2010-03-11 07:47 pm (UTC)(Did I mention I was glad I'm done with teaching? *sigh*)
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Date: 2010-03-11 07:55 pm (UTC)The girl he's talking to isn't a girl, either, but Tony's not even sure he cares about that.
"Hi!" he calls out, boisterous and loud, heading over and accidentally-on-purpose knocking the kid onto his hands and knees. He'd been aiming for over, but he'll take this as kismet. "Sorry to interfere, ma'am," he continues, still too loud and too overly cheerful, kicking out his leg in between the kids so his attempts at standing become painfully futile, "but I need some information about a perp we're chasing and the principle said you know him. A student you work with a lot?"
And then he flashes his badge.
It's not much. Some kids - smarter and savvier than this petulant looking brat - would start hollering over police brutality and all the shock-jock things kids learn with mother's milk, it sometimes seems like, in today's world.
Not this kid. This one cringes, certain one of the hundred petty, horrible things he's done is worthy of police attention and Tony's not interested in dissuading him.
Instead he knocks him down again. Fate hears him and this time the kid lands on his face.
"Ma'am?" he asks, offering his arm. She blushes prettily and Tony's fixedly charming grin softens into something more appreciative. She's young, and unsure of how to deal with pissants like this, but the way she steps over his struggling legs to go off with Tony shows a lot of promise.
As he walks away, he hears, "I give it an 8.5," from Ziva. McGee scoffs, because he's slow on the uptake and mutters something about police brutality. Ziva hushes him. "That's not what this is about."
"He knocked that kid down!"
Tim's lucky that the kid is long gone, by now, and can't hear a word in his defense. As it is, Tony knows he's got some 'splaining to do, to the boss.
Or maybe not. Ziva snorts, as loudly and inelegantly as the lady she is. "And that excuse for a child deserved it. Never forget, McGee. Tony is a horrible little man who enjoys tormenting his friends - but only his friends."
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Date: 2010-03-11 08:36 pm (UTC)I'm sorry, lovely. If it helps, everything I've ever known of you says to me that the comments above are right: that the headhate voice says it doesn't make it true, that a kid trying to get through your defences said it doesn't make it true.
*HUGS SO MUCH*
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Date: 2010-03-11 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-12 12:33 am (UTC)I had one ask me when my chicken pox was going to heal, as I was desperately trying to hide my rather embarrassing dermatitis on my cheeks. It nearly destroyed me.
I work with teachers every day in my job, and I know a shit one when I see one. The shit ones wouldn't even be bothered by comments like that, because they truly couldn't care less about their jobs one way or the other.
The GOOD ones care about what their students think, and never stop trying, and dedicare their lives to self-improvement. They are the sensitive ones that want to help.
You, my dear, are going to be a very good teacher.
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Date: 2010-03-12 12:59 am (UTC)It's like he can smell weakness, and goes right for the throat. Yikes. I don't even want to imagine what shaped a kid like that - and I really hate that he's allowed to do this to you. You deserve much, much better! That's clear by the way in which you engage in your students, and it's not your fault they're teenagers and boys and too dumb to appreciate you. *hugs*
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Date: 2010-03-12 01:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-12 04:36 am (UTC)*hugs you*
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Date: 2010-03-12 05:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-14 02:27 am (UTC)Everything Del said, seriously. ILU.