Personal Narrative: Break-Up In High School
Break-ups are hard. For me, especially, since this is my first love we're talking about here. I gave five years of my life to that ass and he left me because he thought the relationship was too vanilla. It's not as if he has anything to brag on his side, but I should have expected Ryan to be the kind to pin the blame entirely on me.
I admit, I have been holding on for a bit longer than I should—I guess you can say that I haven't moved on, even though it has already half a year. If there's one thing I've learnt from my late mother, though, is to always hold my head up high.
That is precisely the reason why I've landed myself a job as a teacher here in Wenchester High. I've decided to start completely afresh, so I left behind my old job and moved …show more content…
to this new district. My friends have been saying it's a rash decision, what with all the accomplishments I've garnered for myself at my previous workplace, but I can't bring myself to stay when Ryan was the one who introduced me to my ex-boss. Relying on him even after our separation would be too degrading.
I've been at Wenchester High for several months now as an observer, sitting in during lectures and assemblies as a part of my training. Just three days ago, I was finally permitted to officially join the teaching staff as a third year trainee teacher.
I heard newbie teachers are usually given special assignments since it's easy to toss extra workload onto them. These tasks are crucial because they are added into our individual assessments for the year and basically decide if we can graduate and become an official teacher.
I can only assume this must be the reason why I'm being summoned by the principal. I dreadfully trudge towards the office and rap my fingers hesitantly against the door. A low voice grunts from inside and I enter, bowing to Mr. MacPherson.
He tosses a manila envelope onto the table and painstakingly churns out a tired smile.
"Ms. Amber, it's nice to see you. You are settling in well, I suppose?" He questions gruffly.
I stiffly nod. Mr. MacPherson hums before I get a chance to slip in a word, drumming his fingers against the table impatiently.
"I'd like to ask you for your help on a certain matter," Mr.
MacPherson heaves, edging the file towards me with a finger. "All the other teachers seem to be busy with other projects, so I could only approach you."
"You see, Mr. Warren is transferring to Perion High over in the West district tomorrow. Aside from his duties as a gym teacher, he was also handling several... wayward students of ours. Three, to be precise. He was their personal guidance counselor and was working on correcting their behavior."
They must be the typical high school delinquents. I nod along attentively.
"It is unfortunate to say this but it seems as though his method of discipline has not been effective," Mr. MacPherson wheezes, rubbing at his forehead.
"These three managed to get themselves embroiled in more trouble. This time, it's much more serious than their previous offenses. A female student has accused them of sexual harassment. There was not enough evidence so the case was closed, but knowing those three, it'll be a grave mistake to let them go scot-free."
Mr. MacPherson clicks his tongue in evident distaste before continuing, "I need you to take over Mr. Warren's place as their personal guidance counselor. He has counseling sessions with them every Wednesday after assembly at 2 p.m. His lesson plans are all inside this
folder."
I gingerly pick up the envelope and finger through the stack of papers. The students' profiles are at the very back, while the front are all lesson outlines about cutting class, smoking, underage drinking, etc.
Mr. MacPherson instructs, "Right now, I need you to focus on sexual harassment. Please talk some sense into those boys. That's all for now. You may take your leave, Ms. Amber."
I nod after a belated moment. Once I exit the room, I sigh loudly, thumbing through the heap of documents. My colleagues were right about Wenchester High's unique "hazing" for new teachers.
It's Monday, so I only have two days to get everything ready. I might as well skip lunch and get started now.
I admit, I have been holding on for a bit longer than I should—I guess you can say that I haven't moved on, even though it has already half a year. If there's one thing I've learnt from my late mother, though, is to always hold my head up high.
That is precisely the reason why I've landed myself a job as a teacher here in Wenchester High. I've decided to start completely afresh, so I left behind my old job and moved …show more content…
to this new district. My friends have been saying it's a rash decision, what with all the accomplishments I've garnered for myself at my previous workplace, but I can't bring myself to stay when Ryan was the one who introduced me to my ex-boss. Relying on him even after our separation would be too degrading.
I've been at Wenchester High for several months now as an observer, sitting in during lectures and assemblies as a part of my training. Just three days ago, I was finally permitted to officially join the teaching staff as a third year trainee teacher.
I heard newbie teachers are usually given special assignments since it's easy to toss extra workload onto them. These tasks are crucial because they are added into our individual assessments for the year and basically decide if we can graduate and become an official teacher.
I can only assume this must be the reason why I'm being summoned by the principal. I dreadfully trudge towards the office and rap my fingers hesitantly against the door. A low voice grunts from inside and I enter, bowing to Mr. MacPherson.
He tosses a manila envelope onto the table and painstakingly churns out a tired smile.
"Ms. Amber, it's nice to see you. You are settling in well, I suppose?" He questions gruffly.
I stiffly nod. Mr. MacPherson hums before I get a chance to slip in a word, drumming his fingers against the table impatiently.
"I'd like to ask you for your help on a certain matter," Mr.
MacPherson heaves, edging the file towards me with a finger. "All the other teachers seem to be busy with other projects, so I could only approach you."
"You see, Mr. Warren is transferring to Perion High over in the West district tomorrow. Aside from his duties as a gym teacher, he was also handling several... wayward students of ours. Three, to be precise. He was their personal guidance counselor and was working on correcting their behavior."
They must be the typical high school delinquents. I nod along attentively.
"It is unfortunate to say this but it seems as though his method of discipline has not been effective," Mr. MacPherson wheezes, rubbing at his forehead.
"These three managed to get themselves embroiled in more trouble. This time, it's much more serious than their previous offenses. A female student has accused them of sexual harassment. There was not enough evidence so the case was closed, but knowing those three, it'll be a grave mistake to let them go scot-free."
Mr. MacPherson clicks his tongue in evident distaste before continuing, "I need you to take over Mr. Warren's place as their personal guidance counselor. He has counseling sessions with them every Wednesday after assembly at 2 p.m. His lesson plans are all inside this
folder."
I gingerly pick up the envelope and finger through the stack of papers. The students' profiles are at the very back, while the front are all lesson outlines about cutting class, smoking, underage drinking, etc.
Mr. MacPherson instructs, "Right now, I need you to focus on sexual harassment. Please talk some sense into those boys. That's all for now. You may take your leave, Ms. Amber."
I nod after a belated moment. Once I exit the room, I sigh loudly, thumbing through the heap of documents. My colleagues were right about Wenchester High's unique "hazing" for new teachers.
It's Monday, so I only have two days to get everything ready. I might as well skip lunch and get started now.