SUN Job Lost

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02/2009: SUN Job Lost:

Job: After School Assistant
Event: job termination
Duration: 10/2008-02/2009

Peg Zander was so nice about it, 4:15pm apx, one Friday,> She pulled me over, out of the playground, over into the cafeteria. Part of me knew this was coming. The principle was there, too. It was just us three in the kitchen. Peg told me what was up. The story was that I was incomplete. They did not want me anymore. I was not good enough. I was not getting good enough. She quickly admitted that I was improving but not fast enough. I was not supervising the children as good as I was suppose to be.



Peg said that I knew better. The expectations were set when I was first hired in October of 2008.

Peg said that we had to part ways. My next paycheck was due for next week. But since we were parting ways, Peg handed me my final check. I was not interested in the money. Deep inside, I was hurt because I was having one of my best days at the school. If I really wanted money, I would be making money. I would not be getting my hands dirty with children work.



Peg did not like my style. Or was it the principle?

I am not too sure. Peg said that I was given warnings. I remember around five warnings, during my employment with them. They never had time to talk to me about it. I was not properly warned.



Bring It On: this was the basketball class I started teaching.

Those fourth and fifth graders, sixteen of them, made up my basketball class, Tuesdays and Thursdays, 3:30-4:30pm. The class ended at the same time that the after school program ended. I taught the class from January through February, until I was fired. There were fights in this class. I started writing some up. I kiccked a few out to keep the class safe. Was I fired because of this class? I just do not know.


Connect the Dots: this was the art class I was teaching:

Wednesdays: 3:30-4:30pm: I had one boy in the class who loved drawing the Joker, he was brilliant for the age of eight. And we usually only had two other girls in that class. The class was not just about art. It was about life. It was about connecting ideas together.





In conclusion:

I am not sure why I was fired. I emailed Peg afterwards. She would not tell me. They are always too busy to talk about it even through they said that they would help me. Peg told me that I should try computer work, since children work is not my thing, she thinks.

That could not be farther from the truth.