Although there is a person in my life who may see me as so...read blog below...I know I'm not what I'm called. I would do anything for my family. What I wrote wasn't a song, or a poem, it was how I felt last night. I felt betrayed by someone I literally call a sister.
But that's okay.
When I left work this evening, it was 6:00 p.m., well after school was over. I had spent the extra time in meetings and grading papers. When I walked into the parking lot I saw many cars. Cars of teachers who had yet not called it a day. Most of them had been there since about 7:00 a.m., and many planned on being there quite awhile longer. I made my way out of the parking lot, took a picture of the cars..at least 25 or so, but it didn't do the subject of this blog justice. I went to Target, spent more money on my class, went home, ate, and spent the next three hours grading papers.
I didn't spend my only free night grading because I'm working towards a promotion. Those teachers didn't work 12 hours days for extra commission. The whole act was self-less, but oh so fulfilling. Which leads me to wonder, why do the selfless take the brunt of the selfish? Why do those that work hard, only work hard because others choose not to?
It's quite frustrating.