The Gadfly Stingeth
My retired colleague, the Socialist Gadfly, got a gig at our school teaching for a fraction of the day for wheelbarrows-full of money due to a sudden influx of kids. So he's taking the money and running. He's got no duties, he doesn't have to go to parent-teacher conferences for more than two hours, he sleeps in, he goes home early. All is gravy. So why is he determined to drive me absolutely ape with all his questions?
"Why do you DO that hall duty? I'd refuse to do it. You're being taken advantage of."
"Why do you even bother? You know the administration doesn't care about _________ if it comes to the referral level."
"You don't have to try to be teacher of the year anymore."
"Why would you break up a fight? I wouldn't do it."
And on and on every lunch.
And so I answer: "Because it was assigned to me, and I am a professional. Yes, I am certain that it is not appreciated and that I am being used. Because I really don't care if I am pals with The Laziest AP on the Planet. Because I am never going to stand by and watch someone get beaten in front of me if I can help it. Because I have ten more years in this building before I can retire, and I don't want to be part of the reason why this building might slide right into the crapper."
My curmudgeonly friend will be out of here the second the bell rings on the last day of school. But I have to live with myself.