Mutation: A Teacher Testifies

Even today you have chosen not to hear my cry of alarm. Today still you decided that I had to choose between you or my family. For a year my husband, policeman, got a transfer to the 49 after spending 16 years in Paris and difficult mainly in the 18 th district. I think he has amply deserved to blow a little in the province. I began to dream that you would give me my mutation and that our little family would live united and happy. But it was not counting on your jealousy …

My dear National Education, you refused me my mutation and again today …

You punish me for having chosen them. But you know, the last days in Paris were tough: there were the attacks and my husband was at the heart of the turmoil. My loulous have very badly lived these long months to fear every day that Dad does not go home. There were nightmares, peeves in bed, confidences filled with tears to the mistress “you know I’m very afraid for my daddy.”

So do not be angry with me but I choose their serenity their joy of life regained rather than you.

Today, of the 193 requests to leave Val d’Oise, only 9 were accepted. On this list I am 73 e …

How many years to endure without class, without my craft, my passion … how many years to survive 5 on a salary …

Because yes, my dear National Education, once I do not suffer enough, you push the vice until prohibiting me to teach in private schools, IME ITEP or just make some replacements. You refuse me the right to be useful and m impose to bear the frustration of seeing these positions remain vacant in the 49 both in the public and the private while I am there me available, impatient … proud you prefer to recruit young students or any other person doing the job on pole employment rather than agreeing to give me a position to me and all those teachers who also have the audacity to choose their family …

So I have the tiny hope that you will hear my SOS and that the number of sharing will make my dear National Education understand that she can forgive me …