A Piece Full World

"Ten Steps to Some Sanity" for Bullied Educators
Bullied By Your Principal? Start Here.
An Abuse Full World: Kim's Personal Story
Kim's Blog
Apologies to Dr. Seuss
A District's Bullying and Harassment Policy.....
A School District's Workplace Violence Policy
Kemp Mill ES
NEA Articles About Bullied Educators
The "Bully" Movie
Services/Contact Kim
Helpful Links


 "Inner hurricanes become the foreboding odd silence of the hurricane's center.  Cowards become heroes." K.W. 


 "There is no perspective when it comes to abuse. 

There is only abuse."-K.W.



"Public education is being mobbed and bullied."
--Kim Werner

Click here for your state's model "Bullying and Harassment" policy!

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A Piece Full World's goal is to end bullying in our schools.  When employees are safe from workplace bullying and children are safe from school bullying, we transform our schools into places of honor, courage and character. Ultimately, we transform our world. One school at a time, we put together the pieces of....

 A Piece Full World.

"Real progress requires pushing and shoving and urging and cajoling and coaxing – and then pushing some more (courteously when you can, not so mannerly if the former doesn’t work)."  
--David Lawrence Jr., The Children's Movement of Florida


Click "No Place for Hate!" The Anti-Defamation League has terrific resources for creating a school wide bullying prevention program!



"Be ashamed to die before you have won some battle for humanity."

Horace Mann


Teacher w/pre-school students
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Click here for U.R.A.J.E.R.K: A humorous play starring Mr. Bully Boss and Captain Effective Leader.

School Board Rule: Code of Ethics states: All members of the School Board of Miami-Dade County Public Schools, regardless of their position, collective bargaining status or role, because of their dual roles as public servants and educators are to be bound by the Code of Ethics..to create an environment of honesty and integrity...the freedom to learn and to teach and the guarantee of equal opportunity for all..strive for professional growth and seek to exercise the best professional judgment and integrity...to achieve and sustain the highest degree of ethical conduct.



 School Board Rule:Responsibilities and Duties states: All persons employed by the School Board of Miami-Dade County Public Schools are representatives of the School District of Miami-Dade County Public Schools. As such they are expected to conduct themselves, both in their employment and in the community, in a manner that will reflect credit upon themselves and the school system. Unseemly conduct in the workplace is expressly prohibited.

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"Many people, especially ignorant people, want to punish you for speaking the truth, for being correct, for being you. Never apologize for being correct or for being years ahead of your time. If you're right and you know it, speak your mind. Even if you are a minority of one, the truth is still the truth."

I feel free.  


He is lost to me in some foggy distance.  It's almost ten years since I met him.  I was wearing black pants and heels.  I'd lost 24 pounds on Weight Watchers and, so, I had a black and white knit shirt tucked neatly into those black pants.  New short hair cut. Nice stride. 




My stomach was in turmoil.  You'd never have known it though as I had a smile planted on my face.  Smile!  Smile! Smile!  I'd been let go at my former school.  With only four years of seniority and the placement of that school's principal at another school, I was the first to go.  That principal had "bought" me.  Oh!  I love these terms!  He bought me.  He went to his budget conference for that school and said something like this:  "I gotta have her and so, from my discretionary budget, I will spend $50,000 for her salary."


Then he was transferred.


Within six weeks of his departure--and following the arrival of a nut case at my school--I was out.  Oh, dear readers, I must write of that histrionic crazy man.  He'd called me into his principal's office and said, " I can't keep you.  You could be placed somewhere else within twenty four hours."  


And so I started boxing up the things in my office.  Bare walls and shelves.  


He scurried by that office.  Returned. He saw the bare walls.  "GET THOSE PICTURES BACK UP!  I WILL NOT HAVE THESE KIDS RIOTING."  Later, when I was at the psychopath's school; later when, as a community activist, I organized a community wide bullying prevention event, he called me at that school.  Snide bastard!  Speaker phone idiocy!  THIS is what you are paid to do?!  Torment enthusiasm? Squelch it?  Stomp it DEAD?!  You fear filled creep! 


And me.  Silly, silly me thinking he'd called to thank me for my efforts.


As I write, I marvel. Marvel at the likes of these two men--and then a disengaged woman--in charge.  Of anything. It's frightening.  Frightening to watch them suck up to their superiors.  Scary to observe those superiors' departing backs and know that our principals' glued on "yes, ma'am/sir" grins would become their ear to ear glee as they turned to terrorize.


I make none of this up.  


Back to thin waisted , smiling, high heeled, 2008 me:  He, his assistant principal and his "bestie", the other counselor, were having a meeting. He leered when he saw me.  Immediately--do you believe me?--I immediately felt his predatory menace.  I didn't know it to be THAT then, but his "smile" and his satisfaction at an attractive woman joining his team made him later, when he heard me speak Spanish, say with relish, "I'll be able to use that."  


I was that "that".  A thing.  He'd won the booby prize! I'd not yet learned of the reasons I'd been place there.  Hadn't yet met the wonderful man I'd replaced.  I still don't know of this torment.  I never will.  He died.  Died right there in the bullying beast's office. I can only speculate.  Use my experience.  In essence--and I will never know why--the "bestie" didn't like him.  


She didn't like me much either.  


Her.  "We're like brother and sister." She said of our principal.  "We're two peas in a pod."  And so they were.  


Her.  What was it like to be her?  There?  She was the principal's right hand woman.  They sometimes rode to and from work together.  She and he in his car.  Her.  Her.  


I've not spent time on her.  I should.  She may have been the true bully.  He may have been her lackey.  An assistant principal once asked with a chortle just what her job actually was.  


I'd like to answer that for you, but I simply do not have the desire this morning. The sun is out here in Miami.  It's Sunday morning.  I've yet to visit my flower friends.  


And, ten years and twenty five gained pounds later, I'd better take an exercise walk. 

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