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Has anyone ever dealt with an annoying principal who micromanages one person while turning a blind eye to another? Or a principal who wrote someone up for a minor thing that he or she would have ignored or just talked to another teacher about? Why do some principals make mountains out of molehills for stupid stuff?

Has anyone ever dealt with an annoying principal who micromanages one person while turning a blind eye to another? Or a principal who wrote someone up for a minor thing that he or she would have ignored or just talked to another teacher about? Why do some principals make mountains out of molehills for stupid stuff?

For two whole years, she had him on her roster—balls, fish fries, picnics, court days. Not as much as those Tarleton twins or Cade Calvert, never as obsessed as the Fontaine boys, but still, not a single week passed without Ashley pulling up to Tara. Real talk, he never made a move on her, and his clear gray eyes never lit up with that spicy glow Scarlett knew other dudes had. And yet—and yet—she just KNEW he was caught in her web. No cap, he loved her. Instinct, stronger than logic and vibe-check from experience, told her. She’d caught him plenty of times when his eyes weren’t all sleepy or distant, just staring at her with this weird mix of yearning and sadness that lowkey confused her. She KNEW he was into her. Why didn’t he just say it? That she couldn’t wrap her head around. But there were so many things about him that were just a mystery. He was always polite, but straight-up ice cold. No one could ever read his mind, Scarlett least of all. In a hood where everyone said whatever they thought the second they thought it, Ashley’s quiet vibe was straight annoying. He was just as good as the other dudes at County stuff—hunting, gambling, dancing, politics—and he was the best rider of them all, but he was different in that these fun things weren’t his whole life. He was the only one geeked about books, music, and writing poetry. Ugh, why was he so snatched blonde, so coldly polite, so maddeningly boring when he talked about Europe, books, music, and poetry—stuff she didn’t care about at all—yet still so fine? Night after night, when Scarlett hit the bed after chilling on the porch with him in the dark, she tossed and turned for hours, only coping with the thought that next time he saw her, he’d definitely pop the question.

But next time rolled around, bounced, and dipped—nothing. Just her fever spiking higher than her last Fortnite streak. She was down bad for him, wanted him, but he was a whole vibe she couldn’t decode. She was as real as the wind at Tara and the yellow river circling it, and she’d never catch the complexity wave. First time in her life, she faced a whole maze of a man.

 

Ashley came from a fam that used their free time to overthink, not grind—dreaming in bright colors with zero reality check. He lived in a world prettier than Georgia and came back like, "ugh, real life?" He peeped people, no cap, no hate, just vibes. Life? Mid. He took the universe and his spot in it, shrugged, and went back to his music, books, and his better world. Why he had Scarlett caught in 4K when his brain was alien to hers, she didn’t get it. His mystery hit different, like a door with no key—curiosity went brrr. What she couldn’t understand just made her simp harder, and his weird, lowkey courtship only pushed her to claim him. She never doubted he’d shoot his shot someday—too young, too spoiled to know L’s. Then, out of nowhere, this news hit like a nuke: Ashley marrying Melanie! No way! Like, last week, riding back at dusk from Fairhill, he said: "Scarlett, I got something so big to tell you, I can’t even."

 

Her heart was going absolutely feral, she KNEW the moment had finally arrived. But then bro hit her with: "Nah, not rn! We're basically home, zero time. Ugh, Scarlett, I'm such a loser." And he just yanked his horse into full send, racing her up the hill to Tara. Scarlett, sittin' there, absolutely vibin' with pure hype, thinking the W moment had arrived. Then he lowkey said: "Nope, not now! We're nearly home and there's literally no time. Damn, Scarlett, what an L I am." And he full-on kicked his horse into overdrive, zooming her up to Tara. Scarlett, posted up on the stump, replaying those words that had her in pure bliss, and suddenly those words hit different, like a whole new malicious meaning. What if he was gonna drop the news of his engagement?? Ugh, if only her dad would just get home already! She couldn't take this suspense; it was giving agony. She huffed and checked the road again, and again, nothing but disappointment. Sun was fully set, the sky's red glow fading into pink. Up top shifting from azure to that pretty robin-egg blue-green, and this creepy quiet of rural twilight just creepin' all around her. Shadows starting to sneak over the whole area. The red furrows and beat-up red road lost their magical blood vibe, turning into plain brown dirt. Across the way, in the pasture, the horses, mules, and cows were all chilling, heads over the fence, just waiting to be taken to the barn for dinner.

For two whole years, she had him on her roster—balls, fish fries, picnics, court days. Not as much as those Tarleton twins or Cade Calvert, never as obsessed as the Fontaine boys, but still, not a single week passed without Ashley pulling up to Tara. Real talk, he never made a move on her, and his clear gray eyes never lit up with that spicy glow Scarlett knew other dudes had. And yet—and yet—she just KNEW he was caught in her web. No cap, he loved her. Instinct, stronger than logic and vibe-check from experience, told her. She’d caught him plenty of times when his eyes weren’t all sleepy or distant, just staring at her with this weird mix of yearning and sadness that lowkey confused her. She KNEW he was into her. Why didn’t he just say it? That she couldn’t wrap her head around. But there were so many things about him that were just a mystery. He was always polite, but straight-up ice cold. No one could ever read his mind, Scarlett least of all. In a hood where everyone said whatever they thought the second they thought it, Ashley’s quiet vibe was straight annoying. He was just as good as the other dudes at County stuff—hunting, gambling, dancing, politics—and he was the best rider of them all, but he was different in that these fun things weren’t his whole life. He was the only one geeked about books, music, and writing poetry. Ugh, why was he so snatched blonde, so coldly polite, so maddeningly boring when he talked about Europe, books, music, and poetry—stuff she didn’t care about at all—yet still so fine? Night after night, when Scarlett hit the bed after chilling on the porch with him in the dark, she tossed and turned for hours, only coping with the thought that next time he saw her, he’d definitely pop the question.

But next time rolled around, bounced, and dipped—nothing. Just her fever spiking higher than her last Fortnite streak. She was down bad for him, wanted him, but he was a whole vibe she couldn’t decode. She was as real as the wind at Tara and the yellow river circling it, and she’d never catch the complexity wave. First time in her life, she faced a whole maze of a man.

 

Ashley came from a fam that used their free time to overthink, not grind—dreaming in bright colors with zero reality check. He lived in a world prettier than Georgia and came back like, "ugh, real life?" He peeped people, no cap, no hate, just vibes. Life? Mid. He took the universe and his spot in it, shrugged, and went back to his music, books, and his better world. Why he had Scarlett caught in 4K when his brain was alien to hers, she didn’t get it. His mystery hit different, like a door with no key—curiosity went brrr. What she couldn’t understand just made her simp harder, and his weird, lowkey courtship only pushed her to claim him. She never doubted he’d shoot his shot someday—too young, too spoiled to know L’s. Then, out of nowhere, this news hit like a nuke: Ashley marrying Melanie! No way! Like, last week, riding back at dusk from Fairhill, he said: "Scarlett, I got something so big to tell you, I can’t even."

 

Her heart was going absolutely feral, she KNEW the moment had finally arrived. But then bro hit her with: "Nah, not rn! We're basically home, zero time. Ugh, Scarlett, I'm such a loser." And he just yanked his horse into full send, racing her up the hill to Tara. Scarlett, sittin' there, absolutely vibin' with pure hype, thinking the W moment had arrived. Then he lowkey said: "Nope, not now! We're nearly home and there's literally no time. Damn, Scarlett, what an L I am." And he full-on kicked his horse into overdrive, zooming her up to Tara. Scarlett, posted up on the stump, replaying those words that had her in pure bliss, and suddenly those words hit different, like a whole new malicious meaning. What if he was gonna drop the news of his engagement?? Ugh, if only her dad would just get home already! She couldn't take this suspense; it was giving agony. She huffed and checked the road again, and again, nothing but disappointment. Sun was fully set, the sky's red glow fading into pink. Up top shifting from azure to that pretty robin-egg blue-green, and this creepy quiet of rural twilight just creepin' all around her. Shadows starting to sneak over the whole area. The red furrows and beat-up red road lost their magical blood vibe, turning into plain brown dirt. Across the way, in the pasture, the horses, mules, and cows were all chilling, heads over the fence, just waiting to be taken to the barn for dinner.

A kid wrote "pico loca" on a name tag. I looked it up on ChatGPT, and it told me that (with information about what was going on in the classroom), he most likely meant "loud mouth" or "talks too much" or 'big mouth.' A lot of people think I am yelling because I talk very loudly. Maybe I am yelling and don't realize it. I've only recently discovered how loud I can be. The problem is that when I am teaching, I feel like I have to talk this way or not everyone will hear me. When I try not to, I end up doing it out of habit. I think a lot of the students hate me.

A kid wrote "pico loca" on a name tag. I looked it up on ChatGPT, and it told me that (with information about what was going on in the classroom), he most likely meant "loud mouth" or "talks too much" or 'big mouth.' A lot of people think I am yelling because I talk very loudly. Maybe I am yelling and don't realize it. I've only recently discovered how loud I can be. The problem is that when I am teaching, I feel like I have to talk this way or not everyone will hear me. When I try not to, I end up doing it out of habit. I think a lot of the students hate me.

A kid wrote "pico loca" on a name tag. I looked it up on ChatGPT, and it told me that (with information about what was going on in the classroom), he most likely meant "loud mouth" or "talks too much" or 'big mouth.' A lot of people think I am yelling because I talk very loudly. Maybe I am yelling and don't realize it. I've only recently discovered how loud I can be. The problem is that when I am teaching, I feel like I have to talk this way or not everyone will hear me. When I try not to, I end up doing it out of habit. I think a lot of the students hate me.

this is my first year in a three-year contract and i already want to quit. i have a student in an inclusion classroom who has become aggressive towards his teachers, including me. last week, he was so aggressive that he has punched and kicked me multiple times, and the look on his face as if he really wanted to hurt me. after punching me and kicking multiple times, he would come up to me and say he wanted me close, he would bend my arms, my wrists, and sometimes, he would wrap his arms around me and choke me.

i got bruises all over me. i got so scared and anxious of that student. as i'm typing this, there's this certain hollowness in my gut and i wanted to cry again.

the student has been raised as a concern multiple times, yet the principal is adamant of keeping him, because it is an "inclusive school."

what hurt me is that the principal, whom i expected to be on our side, said that "i hope you don't get to have a child like him", just because we wanted him gone.

after everything, i let it all out to my mom, told her i do not want to teach anymore. i'll just finish my contract and after this, find a way to land in an office job.

I tried several times, and my posts are still visible.

I would like to know since I am hearing so many things. Looking up stuff does not give answers. I cannot rely on Polymarket anymore. I don't feel like polls are accurate.Will John Thune remain the Senate leader if the Republicans keep the Senate? I feel as if he might as well be a Democrat so I get the feeling if Trump gets impeached he may just convict him.

I am also wondering, since the Democrats (or some) keep saying they will make such changes, like packing the court and making PR and DC states, do you think that will actually happen?

And finally, do you think people are voting too much with their feelings or basing their choices on who is for and against Israel?

The state of affairs here in the USA and the people's opinions, plus the upcoming midterms, are really making me depressed and angry. In fact, the anxiety is such that I am trying not to pay attention anymore. Anyone feel the same?

School starts next week. I’ve always struggled with the first few weeks. I know we’re it supposed to be nice, but I feel like since the kids are usually good the first day, being strict and “mean” is not necessary or warranted. Also, I just can’t spend a whole week on routines and procedures, I feel like you talk about them and learn as you go on, reinforcing and reminding.

What am I doing wrong? What are some things you do?

School starts next week. I’ve always struggled with the first few weeks. I know we’re it supposed to be nice, but I feel like since the kids are usually good the first day, being strict and “mean” is not necessary or warranted. Also, I just can’t spend a whole week on routines and procedures, I feel like you talk about them and learn as you go on, reinforcing and reminding.

What am I doing wrong? What are some things you do?

School starts next week. I’ve always struggled with the first few weeks. I know we’re it supposed to be nice, but I feel like since the kids are usually good the first day, being strict and “mean” is not necessary or warranted. Also, I just can’t spend a whole week on routines and procedures, I feel like you talk about them and learn as you go on, reinforcing and reminding.

What am I doing wrong? What are some things you do?