Warning! All-out, over-the-top, whiny, pathetic venting session ahead....Proceed with caution:

Today I am feeling whinier than usual (which I know is hard to believe) but it's true. It's because even though we are so close to the end of this school year I still feel desperate for it to just be over. I am thankful for this job because it definately taught me a lot and I got to spend a lot of extra time with my sister and get my name around for when I graduate and try to get a real teaching job.However, I am so ready for this job to be over. I have almost successfully completed day 18 on the countdown and I am desperate for the next three weeks to come and go. I will be SO glad to say goodbye to this school and move on with my life. I have, however, learned from this job what kind of teacher and coworker that I don't want to be. There are just a few really mean and hateful people that I have worked with here. I have had my own personal encounter with three of them and I am a totally non-confrontational person so you can imagine how that worked out for me. I accidentally kinda sorta used the laminatior machine a few months ago without knowing exactly how to use it. It only has like three buttons so I didn't figure it would be that complicated. Well, after being personally chewed out in the middle of the hall by one of them, I was then verbally attacked by the second one via school-wide e-mail and then also a Vypress (chat) at the end of the day just in case I was lucky enough that anyone on the faculty hadn't gotten the e-mail. She really wanted to be sure that I was sorry. Now she personally keeps the laminator machine locked up in her room for supervision because apparently she owns the entire school. I have considered telling her that she can let go of her grip on the laminator because I wouldn't touch the thing with a 10 foot pole after last time...but, I suppose that would require me to have a back bone and unfortunately, I was born without one of those. So, anyway, then when I single-handedly voulenteered to set up and run the entire beauty pageant single-handedly I was told all night how aweful it was and how bad of a job I did by number three who (by the way) didn't voulenteer to help at all. Oh, and did I mention that I did that single-handedly? (Except for the amazing help of my super-sister who flew in and saved the day. I would have had a nervous break-down and then died of a heart attack if she hadn't been there.) I did, in fact, have a panic-induced, all-out whailing, balling, crying session when the pageant was almost over in front of at least a few of my co-workers. I would like to personally thank number three for that show of public humiliation. The three of you will not be forgotten. I will tell the tales of the horrors of my first year as a teacher for many years to come I am sure. Hopefully, between now and then I will grow a back bone and stand up to someone who runs over me with their own personal train of mean-hearted wickedness. Oh, my. I believe that I have over-shared and that you have just witnessed a once-in-a-lifetime venting session. Sorry. I got carried away.