T Minus 48 Hours

Ok, so I bet you are just dying to know how everything ended with Morgan and Morgan Rothschild Academy. Sit back and let me tell you the final tale…
This last two weeks has been so bitter-sweet. We had a Preschool Graduation “ceremony” for my class and a family potluck. It was really nice having all the families come in, enjoy great food and reminisce about the time at MRA. Many of my children are moving on to other schools, or moving to other countries, so it was a really important time. It was kind of stressful and a huge headache to get everything together and ready but in the end, it all worked out well!
This week we decided to have a really fun and relaxed week. We had an ice cream social one day, muffin treats another day, and today we had a messy art day (Morgan just loved it)! The kids were so excited and had so much. I was trying to soak up all the time I could with my kids! As much as I did not like Morgan, I love my children ten times more, and I would have done anything for them. It broke my heart having to say goodbye to them all today knowing that I would never see the majority of them ever again… but I don’t want to think about that right now.
Anyway, when I wrote my last update, we were feuding with Morgan about some unsettled tax issues. Long story, short - he was trying to tell us all that we owed him a bunch of money for back taxes, yet we were refusing to pay them because it was bullshit. After that happened, I was furious! I went home and did my research and even talked to a lawyer out here in China in regards to the issue. I also talked to other friends that I have who work at other schools. All my information was conclusive and supported my decision to not give him a dime of my money. I had come up with quiet the defense and I was mentally prepared for a full on brawl when it came time for me to get my money from him. I had predicted everything that he was going to say, and I had scripted all of my rebuttals so that I could not lose. I mean, let’s be realistic here, nothing about what he was trying to do made sense or was logical, but I was prepared nonetheless. When Morgan gets into one of those my way or the highway moods, he absolutely cannot be reasoned with, so I figured that it would be a fight-to-the-death match.
So school finally ended and all of the children were sadly piling out the door heading for home. Morgan called me into his office to get paid… this was it! I went up to my classroom and gathered all of the materials that I had to return to Morgan – some books that I had borrowed, work shirts, etc – and headed to his office. When I sat down, he was talking on the phone. I could see on his computer screen that he had some information about the taxes already waiting at his fingertips for a defense – yup, there was going to be a fight! He slid me a piece of paper that I began reading. It was my Acceptance of Resignation letter. I read it and signed it. Then he gave me a few other things to look over while he finished up his phone conversation – standard stuff. When he got off the phone, we started discussing my pay - the standard pay rate, the half day that I took off, the final utilities that he was deducting, and finally the taxes based on the 4,800 RMB monthly deductable instead of the 5,200 RMB monthly deductable (the root of the conflict). However, he dropped it at that, and never mentioned the “back taxes” that I owed him for the discrepancy for the other months… interesting. So anyway, he gave me my money and I made a couple copies of the documents.
When I returned to his office, he began saying, “I want to show you this information…” pointing to the series of Chinese characters on the computer screen that I clearly could not read, and the small chart which read the monthly deductable as 4,800 RMB. “I decided to not charge you all for the taxes you owe me, but I want to show you that I was right.”  
Inside, I was still raging and I wanted to throw the computer and scream, IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT THE MONTHLY DEDUCTABLE RATE Is, YOU DON’T PAY TAXES ON YOUR ILLEGAL FOREIGN EMPLOYEES! Instead, I took the professional route and said, OK! Then I stood, thanked him for the opportunity to teach at MRA and I wished him the best of luck with his school. In return, he thanked me for my time and wished me luck with my next job, and I walked out of his office for the last time!
In all honesty, I know that I could have fought with him to get the money that I deserved based on my contract and purely based on the fact that I was working there illegally, but in reality, I just wanted to be done – done with him and done with his school! I will donate a couple bucks (hoping that it benefits the kids in some way) if it means that I never have to encounter than man again! I just can’t believe that I am done. It feels like I just got here like a week ago!
So now it is time to pack… ugh I HATE packing! Thankfully I am able to store the majority of my stuff here at Courtney’s apartment for the summer so I don’t have to take it home, but I still hate packing up my apartment and everything! You wouldn’t believe how much stuff a person can accumulate in only 5 months. Anyway… I will see everyone in only 3 days! I will be boarding a plane in only 48 hours to begin my 32 hour journey back to reality!