I thought a lot about this today, as I am not sure what is going to happen of me next year, what job will I have and if I will still work where I work and in which capacity. I often feel like an outsider at work, like I don't belong there. Not to the school itself, not to the world of teaching (teaching is my place really, although maybe not at that level), but to the teaching crowd. I simply don't feel welcomed by many of them, don't feel like they give a damn about my presence there, don't feel they appreciate me in any way. I know one is borderline hostile, but that's not only her. They simply don't talk to me, and in reaction I don't feel like talking to them. Yes, I probably blogged about that before.
Well, I am not the only one feeling like this. The art teacher, a really nice lady (I say this and she is probably only marginally older than me), told me today, when I asked her how she fel, "not part of it". We had a special day today, and they had simply forgotten to tell her that her class was cancelled. It was not the first time it had happened, and it irritated her a lot. I really felt her bitterness, which was similar to my own. I really like her and her colleague, an older guy who does FX and puppets and other similar things. I showed them the Glove Man and they really got enthusiastic, saying that it was probably the most ingenious puppet they saw in ages. The man got so enthusiastic in fact that he asked me to teach him to make it, then showed Glove Man to his son, who has been making a riot at school with the puppet since then. With all the anger I can feel sometimes about some people in my school, I still feel like being there is worth it sometimes. But it is obvious I connect more with other outsiders.
This Country is Doomed
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