Today, Evelyn is 18 months old, and I had an entire post ready to go about it.
I will post it tomorrow.
Instead, for the first time in a while, I have to be sad.
Today, somewhere between my 6th and 7th period class, my iphone was stolen from my desk.
It was immediately turned off, and thus, untraceable via Find My Iphone. It was gone.
I basically started shaking. I called Chris to try and call it. It went straight to voicemail.
I called our discipline office. They sent security.
I have had a stomach ache since.
I made a personal goal to be a better teacher this year. I have poured every minute and every ounce of myself into my classes. Most notably into my freshmen, because I love them. They give me hope for happiness and joy in sometimes a dull day of argument and analysis.
They betrayed me.
No matter how much people tell me not to take it personally, it is deeply personal. That was MY phone. Not just a phone. Whoever took it knew that. Whoever has it knows that.
I have about 100 pictures and videos of Evelyn on there, not backed up.
It's all gone now. As soon as it reconnects to the internet, it will be erased.
With my protection plan, I can get a new phone for $169 and a better phone for $199. That's small potatoes to how my view of my students changed today.
Until I feel safe again, they aren't "my kids."
They are just my students.
I feel a loss too difficult to describe, and too superficial to bother with.
Overall, I am left to question if I'm in the right profession.
I guess that's a question for another day.