Tragic events etc.

My computer died last weekend, so I have not been able to post much at all. It was a most depressing week without my computer. I waited with bated breath for any news about the hard drive. First, I took the computer to the apple store. They couldn't fix it right away, but I bought a new computer, which is awesome, and they took both the new and old computer and tried to do some fancier process. They called me the next day and said it hadn't worked and that I should try taking my computer to a place called tekserve, who might be able to do "data recovery." I dropped my old computer off there on Thursday, paid them 250 dollars for the process, 110 dollars for an external hard drive to hopefully put the recovered data onto, and some tax for a grand total of 380 dollars. If the data can't be recovered, they'll give me my money back, but I'd rather pay lots of money and get all my stuff back. My photos from when I lived in Europe, my music, ALL MY TEACHING STUFF, everything that I have in this world is on there. I should know sometime this week.

This week at school was kind of crappy too. A girl called me a bitch and I sent her to the office and a boy, the same one who always gives me trouble, walked out of my advisory. He also called me stuck-up and told me that nobody at school really likes me. Then, the parents of a boy who had been working with the girl who called me a bitch (anger management marsha she shall now be called) sent me a nasty e-mail about how their precious child should never have been in a group with anger management marsha in the first place. Just yucky school week.

And last night, I woke up in the middle of the night for some reason. When I walked to the bathroom I noticed that the book I usually keep on top of the fishbowl to protect the fish had been knocked down. I looked inside the bowl and he was nowhere to be found. I lifted up his little castle to see if he was hiding inside, but nothing. I found his cold dead little body on the floor, and I'm quite convinced that my roommate's cat murdered him as I slept. I was very sad and cried a lot. I just felt so bad for not being able to protect him. I must have been sound asleep, because usually I am a very light sleeper but the cat had to knock two books down to get to the bowl and it didn't wake me.

I also think my principal hates me now. I can't really tell. I want to do better, but I don't know what it is that's bothering her about me. I know she hates these consequence papers I've been using, which I've found to be affective in some situations. I mentioned to her that I could change it a little bit, but she told me it just doesn't go with the school's philosophy. I would ask her if she has a better way to give students an outlet for their perspective on the misbehavior, but she seemed almost mad at me for having the consequence papers at all. She could stand to be more supportive of me. I don't think that having a consequence paper is such a huge mistake to say that I could never be a good teacher, which is the feeling I get from her. I got the idea from my adviser at the fellowship program, so I feel almost insulted that she's acting like because I had this idea I am an awful teacher. I hope it gets better because it's really hard for me to work in an environment where I want to avoid my boss at all costs. I want her to provide ideas for things I SHOULD do, not just come in my room and tell me things she doesn't like.

I guess that's all I've got for now. I should go and finish cleaning my apartment so I can start planning for next week. I'm going to a small party at my teaching fellow friend V.'s apartment tonight, so I know I wont be waking up very early tomorrow. I was supposed to do my laundry today too. Yikes!