Marisabidilla

(I’m not native speaker but I like to try to write in English because it’s not easy)

I was teaching a group of 35 very nasty students; they were 14 years old. Oh, my God, they were nasty: they write things in the net against the teachers and the principal, they were wicked between them, and they did not like to read. I really had to be very, very patient and try to find funny things for them.

So, they had to read some stories of Sherlock Holmes and I was looking for some easy and nice little movie. I watched a lot of films, but no film was good for them. And suddenly I watched BBC Shelorck and I stop looking. I was fascinated, it was fun, interesting, fast, everything good.

 But my students didn’t like. 

And I didn’t care because, maybe, I’m not a good teacher. 

Some weeks later they posted some antisemitism messages against a friend of mine, and posted pictures of me with jokes about my looks.

That’s the thing: I was friends - at least, I was her friend - with a colleague. And sometimes, other colleague chatted with us. 

Maybe it’s better with names: The first one is Mary, the second one is Irene. 

I tried to do something different with them, because they’re mothers, and I thought that they needed some personal space. But they never wanted to go out with me. 

It took almost five months to understand this.

They didn’t want to be friends with me.

In the morning, I went with a group of nine kids to the cemetery. They were so silent at first, but then they felt very comfortable and they begun to speak out loud. I was mortified but very satisfied, because they were showing interest in the tombs. 

And after that, we took (?) the bus to our home, and they were a little crazy. It was very entertaining (?) but tiring for the other adults in the bus.

In the afternoon I went to a book group about Jan Austen. We spoke (?) about Love and Friendship, and I drink a bitter tea - delicious, anyway - and ate a cake that was like  chocolate bomb. I almost die for sugar intoxication.

I’m upset ith me and with others.

I can understand the situation, but I don’t want to be responsible for something that I had no clue about.

So, this is the thing: my grade had to make a disguise, using used stuff. I did it, one sweet kid modelled, and the classmates did not assist to the main event. 

I did not say nothing, because I was thinking that it was better not make a fuzz about that. 

So, another boy in the class bullied the little kid,

I asked the other boy and he denied everything. 

The mother was upset, obviously, and she wants an intervention. 

But I don’t know if I have to tell anything to the other kids. I prefer stay silent, because I don’t want to play a victim with the kids.

And the sweet boy must not be a victim. He must be a warrior and despise the bullies.

That’s my idea.

I’m angry with my boss. She is making me feel uncomfortable. We had two reunions at work and she referred to me as someone who always makes mistakes. 

Otherwise, I gave her a good information about work, but she said on the reunion that other person gave her that information.

Now I feel annoyed and I want revenge. But I can’t, she’s my boss. I have to smile and pretend to do everything she says.

I’m writing ths in english because is difficult and I need to do something lijke that for not to think about her.