For context, I'm a teacher.
Things are not alright this week. I can't give a lot of detail for privacy.
The essence is that there was a deadly weapon on the greater campus for what feels like the millionth time. Both in the news and also in the literal schools I've worked at. It leaves me empty inside every time, the specifics of this instance are particularly painful. No one was hurt.
Separate from the weapon incident I had to yell at multiple adults who were cornering and yelling at a child for an undocumented policy.
Do me a favor and reread the above sentence to really let it sink in. The fucking hypocrisy eats me alive. AND if this undocumented policy were true, three of the yelling staff members (myself included) were also in violation of the “policy”.
It was just an emotionally and professionally embarrassing moment and I've burned a lot of bridges. I don't have any regrets for being the child's safe adult, but I wish I chose my words differently. I don't think I'm going to get written up, and honestly I don't care if I do.
My spouse is a tiny bit of a bootlicker for bosses and he told me if I get written up for intervening on my students behalf he will frame the document and hang it on our wall. It is some good affirmation after a week where my fear instinct has been repeatedly summoned.