My dear Facebook friends,
I believe that many of you think that I'm crazy with how many stories, posts and blah, blah. I often think that myself when people get crazy like that, share content here, comment, curse, threaten, etcetera.
Let me reassure you, and hopefully also make you happy, although I can understand that the thing about me and my mental health and being considered half-assed really hurts you, which is completely ok, I've learned to live with it, I'm an only child, but I'm not crazy, I guess.
So, until I delete social media, everything, once and for all you will see and listen to each other, I believe, a lot of criticism from me, now delete me or block me, as you prefer. I will also share good rap, reggae, folk muse, so whoever likes it should stay tuned.
I'm not depressed, I'm being treated, very successfully, I'd say, maybe I'm completely wrong, but I feel like I'm getting better and I'm trying not to screw up.
So, I'm advertising because I'm sad that I represent the most beautiful profession in the world, and I share it with almost the greatest heathen in the world. I'm talking about school and teaching.
On Wednesday, there was a strike by educators, some schools didn't work, some did, but the discord of my colleagues, who are so afraid to make waves, is humiliating. I had three classes, supplementary classes and two regular classes, I didn't go to the protest because then I would be late for what I was paid for, and I won't do that because it's still not okay.
I wish I was at the protest and barking like a horse and holding slogans, whistling, swearing at mothers and everything that goes with the folklore I grew up with. By the way, I am disgusted by any form of collectivism, because there is no real idea there.
However, this time I would have liked to have been with my colleagues and other employees from the school and to rise together not for a higher salary, there will never be any money in the school, we are not here for money, as the evil tongues say, but for better working conditions for your colleagues and for your children, as well as for the last defense of what is left of the educational dignity and the educational system.
Just as you wouldn't mistreat the people who serve you food, don't mistreat, insult and humiliate the people who take care of you, protect you, educate you and who, I emphasize, love your children. We are with them every day, believe it or not, some of us have been trained for this calling and something we know, love and respect, even though we often make mistakes, at least I do.
Therefore, rub your finger on the forehead when you mention mothers and families in your prayers, remember that some of us are educators and that we do this work not only for the holidays. Although, vacation, when you do this job comes at the right time. If you could see your children, as we see them, you would understand why rest is necessary. These are not the same children at home and at school.
Someone will say what are you talking about, you know, kid, everything is true, probably, but believe me, I love my job and I try to do it as honestly and well as I can.
I am writing this because I also have a small child, and in addition to the joy and desire and will to live, which his existence gave me, I have another faith. That is my craft - literature, if I know anything in this life it is literature, I serve that god, I have no other idols.
My third faith is love, my personal, intimate, love that I am lucky to have found, and I also want to multiply and spread it, preserve and nurture it. As long as it is so, and as long as I hope so, I will try and believe only in kindness, education, decency and good manners. Although I myself will often swear and be a beast, it is a work in progress, forgive me. These are my deities that I serve and revere, as well as consistency and courage, independence, honor and honor.
Well, if anyone reads this, I hope that my infatuation with this social network does not endanger you, if so - I said above - there is an option to unfriend and block. There, thank you for your attention and be polite to each other and love each other.
*The letter was originally published on the Facebook profile of teacher Rajačić and was transmitted with the author's permission.
