Didn't get underway until about 10 AM. Why hurry?
I actually slept soundly last night, one of the few times I have this past week. The nightmare is not over completely. Not yet. The investigation isn't completed and won't be until after the holidays.
Fortunately, there hasn't been a lot of worry over what "could have been." Not now. There sure was. For four long days I wondered what in the HELL I was supposed to have done.
The words "inappropriate touching" can chill the soul. That can mean A LOT of different things.
Grabbing a breast?
Groping?
Young girls (and boys) have quite the imagination.
From the start, the union rep said some kid was mad at me and was setting me up.
It now appears he was correct.
The results of the investigation (hate that word) are just about foregone, but I will believe it when I HEAR it. too many surprises in the mix lately.
Right now, I am "emotionally compromised." They've asked me to keep things to myself and except for the teacher next door to me, who I had dinner with last night, I have and I will.
Still formulating what I might say to the kids when they ask about this. They will. They already have. The word is that I had to go away for awhile. No further detail. Gonna ask for some advice on that one.
I've been invited to Thanksgiving "lunch" with some long time friends from the old neighborhood. It will be good to see them.
I plan to stop by my old school too. It will be good seeing them too.
I still haven't completely decided what the future holds. My former comrades desperately want me back to sub. This last incident scared the Bejesus out of me. What guarantee is there that it won't happen again, particularly considering the inmates run the asylum? The people who did this did it, I am convinced, because they feel emboldened. Discipline is nearly absent at CLMS. I am told it has been this way for awhile.
Just not sure.
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