If these people were serious about professionalizing my profession, there are any number of ways to do that that receive no interest from the deform crowd:
- They could stop expecting me to purchase my own office supplies.
- ...and my own office furniture.
- They could make every effort to ensure I can visit a restroom when I need to.
- They could make sure my office is clean and safe. You know, like making sure it even has a bathroom at all (two days with no water! Thanks, City of San Francisco! The twenty-minute K bathroom line on the upper-grade yard thanks you!).
- I'd have an expense account for the art supplies.
Okay, I need to stop now. We didn't have water, but we did have a hairdresser on site, and now many teachers are boasting feather extensions. We look fantastic. I have given up on the hope of checking out of my classroom today - I need to open the school Sunday anyway - but I'm still joining Team Kindergarten for snacks and drinks after school. Fancy people complimented my vintage McQueen getup at a fancy education thingamajig last night. All of my chicks are adopted, and we should have working bathrooms and water fountains today.
And it's the last day with my awfully cute class.