Term 2

Term 2 was kinda blah. I left for about a week in June for my medical check up we get. This was uneventful, while i love the holiday apartments they put us in, I could have gone without the flu shot that made me sick for over a month, could have done without the urethral swab because the technology isn't up to par, could have also gone without the filling. That dentist wasn't go great. The term seemed to fly by. My kids are doing slightly better. I'm able to have some decent discussions with my 7th graders, and grade 6 is finally starting to understand my humor when i'm talkin shit to them, haha. In late July a select few of us had training for trainers. We were picked, or accepted, to be resource volunteers for the incoming education group. The training was the entire training staff, us and the Namibians. We put on a skit for them to address the diversity amongst American. Our setting was a call center, since thats one of the few places you can be yourself in a work setting. I was the ghetto chick, sarah was the stoner chick wearing head phones, julie was completely apathetic, shannon was the valley girl only intereste in fashion, stewart was hella brooklyn fagetaboutit, andrew was gay, brad was the suck up, and brittney was southern baptist. It was awesome. The skit was our boss addressing our personalities and telling us the "right" way to speak to customers. The Namibians loved it. And it opened to door for some really interesting discussion about the diversity of both cultures. I think it was helpful and eye opening. We touched on the use of the word nigga since i used it during the skit. We discussed the acceptance/intolerance of homosexuality. One of the staff members admitted to assuming volunteers were racist when they decided to leave Namibia early. He talked about how he could get pass that notion. The other volunteers (all white) quickly explained that racism is frowned upon in America, and not accepted, and that pc volunteers are the least likely people to be racist. While I agree with the last one, i quickly told the staff member that racism is as fresh is America as it is anywhere, especially if you're a person of color. I reminded them that white people don't have to think about race. But we do, so just as you're thinking about racial matters, so am I and my country has been independent for over 200 years, yours is just 20. I think he made his comment intent on being criticised; i think he found a sense of comfort knowing that people in first world countries are struggling with the same issues. When this training was over i spent the next week at the medical apartment because i was still sick from the flu shot and not showing signs of getting better. Nothing positive really came from this week. I ended up spending too much money, and didn't get better. I return to school the following monday. In the 6:40am meeting, my principal start going on and on about how the upper primary (5-7) teachers, don't cape about their learners. I told him to stop saying that cuz its not all of us. He stopped me and said, no its all of you. You don't care about your kids. I get up and GO OFF. I start yelling about how far I am away from everything I know and love to be here with these kids and you have the nerve to say i don't care. He stood firm, no you don't care. I couldn't stop the tears, s stormed out. As I left he says, no you don't care, where were you last week? Of course, i come back yelling about how i was in a medical facility all week and he knew that. I just went home. The kids were just taking exams, so i went home to grade the english exams they completed the previous week. I never returned to school that week to proctor exams as they expected me to. Fuck this.