Pass the sour cream.

A short note to quickly explain how completely overwhelming it is, sometimes, being a teacher, a single mother, and trying to be perfect all the time, every single day.  Besides teaching, during the day in a classroom M-F, I also work in the evening teaching college classes at the Community College on Tuesdays/Thursdays.  Along with this, I spend many hours furthering my skills as a teacher as part of a NYS fellowship, last year I logged 120 hours, on my own time.  Basically, I am very, very, busy, making ends meet and making everything work.  Since my son was at his Father’s this weekend, I volunteered to spend my weekend at SUNY Plattsburgh with the NYS Fellowship.  After receiving a call very late Saturday night finding out that my son had a dental emergency, I rushed back early Sunday morning to pick him up and take care of the broken tooth dangling from his braces.  He and I then spent three hours shopping and running all over Watertown, then delivering to school supplies to reward the 86 students that were in my classroom the last day of school, with a surprise taco party.  I spent $170.  This is a glimpse of what my life is like ALL of the time.  It is never ending and every day.

Today, the last day of classes for grades 7-12, even though I got to school early, cooked the taco meat, cut the lettuce, put out the plates, drinks, and decorations,… I still managed to run down to my supervisor and ask if it was too late to give awards to the 7th/8th graders.  Every year I struggle with whether or not I should give awards because I have so many amazing students, when awards are given, I think more about the kids who are left out.  I think about the ones who don’t think they are good enough, I hate letting anyone down.  My supervisor said it was fine and to try to contact the parents asap.  I went back to my room, made all the phone calls, almost got everyone, the bell rings, students walk in, phones have to go away.  My students were ecstatic with the surprise taco party, they thanked me profusely and no one went hungry.  Fourth period came, I gave out my awards.  The couple of students whose parents I was unable to get a hold of, I made sure to whisper an apology to, as I was giving them their award.  I am definitely not perfect, by any means and will never claim to be.  I received an email that a parent called and chastised the secretary at school because I was unable to get a hold of her prior to the award ceremony, a secretary who has no idea or stake in whether or not I give or do not give an award and also has nothing to do with notifying parents.  The email also stated that the parent called back a second time to speak with my supervisor, again, to express her anger that she was not informed quickly enough.  I then, was made aware that the parent posted a picture of me on her Facebook, again describing in detail how mad she was that I was unable to get a hold of her in time.  Other people commented on her post, mostly in a negative manner towards myself.  I think this makes it pretty easy for me to say I will no longer participate in the awards ceremony, I was always weary of it to begin with and would rather do something on my own that can not be misconstrued as something negative.  Something that all of my students can benefit from and get the accolades that they deserve rather than just a lucky few. Although I really do want to apologize for not getting everything together last week like I had intended, and also apologize for trying to make it happen the day of the ceremony, I realize that had I just forewent the awards and stuck with just having a surprise taco party, this would have never happened.  Apologies should also be sent to all the people who try to find the good in a situation rather than turn it into something negative.  I am beyond thankful for the smiling faces that keep me coming back every day and am angry with myself for allowing a this bit of negativity overshadow so much love that was felt at our beautiful school, all day long.

With all this being said, my intention is definitely not to spread any negativity.  My intention is to help people understand how a simple post, a comment, a mean emoji, can feel on the receiving end.  For one act of perceived negligence, there are 200 acts of love, kindness, and understanding.  It is much easier to post nasty things and scream into a telephone at a stranger, than to just call someone directly and explain and try to understand their side of your story, no matter how big or small the situation is.