Updates

• We got our schedule today for the new semester (which, btw, started last monday.) Yeah, MY NAME IS NOT ON IT AT ALL. I mean, am I fired? According to people that know nothing, I'm going to be a hall monitor (the kids do things like, listen when I talk and not cuss me out...something our administrators haven't really gotten ahold of) so that we can cut down the 20-30 kids that do nothing but run the hallways. If that's true...YAY. If its not...i'm totally scared.
• Tavon and Trevon are like my kids. They're boys without direction that need somebody to tell them to stand up straight and speak properly. (That somebody tends to be me.) Well, they slashed another teacher's tires and got suspended long-term (45 days.) I think that means we've lost them. for good. I'm so depressed I can barely breathe.
• Joe's been gone for awhile. He moved to another school after getting suspended AGAIN. I miss him.

Ugh. Bad Week.

Angry Post Explanation

My kids are the "advanced" kids. Our administrator reads the advanced curriculum like the kids have to have all of these electives: Gym, Art, Drama, Music, Band, Technology and Spanish. She says they have to have Spanish and Technology all year long.

Well, I'm not a genius, but since we only have 6 periods a day and they also have 4 core classes (math, english, social studies and science.) I'm pretty sure that's impossible.

So, anyway. At the beginning of the year, my kids were the only group that didn't have science. Since they have these 80 million electives, they just didn't schedule them science. Well, as of 2 weeks ago, somebody finally listened to me when I've been saying it since August. (See, before this year, Social Studies/Science were semester only classes)

They tell me, "okay, well, since its the new semester, you're kids will be going to science now." But since every other class has both science AND social studies at the same time, there are no kids for me to teach.

Principal wants me to teach Math because I'm certified in it. Okay, not a miracle worker. If they haven't learned it in the last 6 months, I can't teach it all to them in the 6 weeks before the Standardized tests.

She also thinks I should teach Technology. Why? Oh, because I'm 35 years younger than her and I can turn on/off a laptop and do the ctrl+alt+del thing. Not because I have the first clue about technology.
Or I might just become their science teacher.

This probably doesn't make sense. Because I don't get it either.

Angry Post

Sooooo...yeah.
I come into work this morning..."hey, miss v, tomorrow is your last day teaching Social Studies. I don't know what you're teaching now."

oh, okay, thanks. 'ppreciate it.

forget it. it's not even going to be an angry post. I can't even type out the stupidity behind this new decision. Maybe tomorrow.

I Just Don't Get It.

I found out yesterday that there is a doorway somewhere on the third floor that leads up to the roof. Apparently, they found two girls and a boy up there in, let's say, compromising positions.

I really don't understand these girls.
1. It's FREEZING outside, literally freezing.
2. The most unhygienic group of people just has to be middle school boys. They don't even know they smell! Why would you take the least clean person and put his (most likely) dirtiest appendage in your mouth?!! So disgusting.

at da ball.

My kids are studying culture, and the way I start out the unit is to have them read like 15 different versions of Cinderella. One of them is a "country" Cinderella who lives on a farm, has a hog for a fairy godmother, and goes to a square dance. The book is written with distinctly southern dialogue. (Also, "vernacular" was a vocabulary word.)

"Ms. Vinson, do people really talk like that?"

"Yes, some do."

"Yo, y'all vernacular be funny!"

"Oh, DO IT YO?"

"Right. You got me, Ms. Vinson, you got me."

Hell's Shuttle Service?

Further proof of principal's residence in CrazyTown:

"Hey, so I was thinking we should have an announcement every morning of February with a student acting as a famous historical black figure. You know (in a manly baritone): 'Hello! I'm Harriet Tubman, president of the UnderWorld Ground Tunnel!"

Vive la révolution

So. Some Very Important People are coming to our school tomorrow.They're coming from the central office on a "learning walk." I guess this is under the pretense that our students are regular kids. I got a memo like 2 weeks ago saying they were going to bring these douchebags into my room and I should be my most impressive self. I should do all these wonderful things and pretend like a teach at a nice, normal school. I should make them love me.

I'm calling in sick.
I'll let you know how that goes.

Who Let The Dogs (In)

School starts at 7:45. Today the kids had to stand outside until 9:15.

We couldn't let them in because, when Mr. Spence came in this morning, there was a dog in his room. It had apparently been there all night because there was pee all over the floor. Nobody has any idea how it got in the school, why it was there, anything.

So special, my school, soooo special.

I Don't Have Your Back

TyQuille gets picked on all the time. Ronelle told William to leave TyQuille alone. William attacked Ronelle. Mr. Fletcher pulled William off of Ronelle. William punched Mr. Fletcher in the face. He shoved him back and William hit his head on a desk.

Our principal called Child Protective Services on Mr. Fletcher (for assaulting a student.)

William's mother came up to the school all hopped up all crack (seriously) looking for Mr. Fletcher. The principal sent her to his room.


THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT!

"So, you from Alabama right?"

"Yes."

"My cousin from Alabama. But I don't understand 'cause he black."

"There are black people in Alabama, Michael."

"Do you know them?"

me·lee (noun) : a confused hand-to-hand fight or struggle among several people.

After school I saw several male teachers running for the door. I walk outside to about 60 kids.
Apparently, some girls from Alexis' neighborhood had shown up to fight her. They don't go to our school (and I think they're in high school) so they waited outside for Alexis to get out. Somehow, in the midst of this, other fights broke out among some other girls. Some of the kids were just around watching, others were getting involved.
I left as the cop cars were pulling up.