I was mad for good reason at work. (But what made me even more upset was the fact that I started crying when I was trying to yell. I never used to do that. What’s happened to me?) I’m tired of the adult staff acting like the children that we teach. If everyone was really there to do their job, we would all be fine. But unfortunately we aren’t all there for the same reason. I like to believe that things would be better if I didn’t teach in the ghetto, but the truth is they probably wouldn’t. The problem isn’t the kids. I love my little hood rats. In fact one of them told me today that when he gets his car, and I get old, he’s going to take me to the hood and dress me up all ghetto. Who’s not excited about that? Seriously. I love urban kids. I really do. It’s the urban staff that’s a problem. So….in spite of my possible (and I stress possible) $17,500 loan cancellation if I stay with this urban district for the next two years, I think I may be looking for a job.