We Know Drama

So I guess in this school system, there are something like 60% of teachers that aren't certified. I know that sounds crazy and alarming, but many of them have been teaching for a long time before No Child Left Behind, and they haven't done the things to "update" their certification..or whatever. Anyway, yeah, I'm the most certified teacher in my school. What.
Well, earlier this year, letters went out with the gist of, "Get yourself certified!"
Nobody is beating down the door to be a teacher here, so nobody thought they had to worry about their job.
Well, everybody got fired. Seriously, we lost like 10 teachers at my school alone. It SUCKS. I understand that teachers need to be certified, and I can definitely go on my "being a good test-taker doesn't make you a good teacher" rant...but that won't help! This isn't a theoretical discussion about teachers...this is my life next year and it's going to be horrendous! The teachers that got fired are ones that have been around awhile and can keep their kids in line. Most of our certified teachers are people like I was 3 years ago..brand new. Or they are teachers that have been recruited from foreign countries. These guys are geniuses and probably amazing teachers..but they never get the chance because their kids scream at them all day. They have zero classroom management abilities and the rest of us have to spend the day cleaning up their messes. This place isn't for everybody and if you get chairs thrown at you, maybe its time to leave!
Insanity.

Oh, and the standardized test scores came back. We did horrible. Who is surprised?

Not School, but Still Funny

I went on a mission trip this summer. We were in Nashville, TN playing with kids one day.

I'm coloring with some kids when JaBazz (yeah...) comes up to me. He's six years old. "I need you to color a picture for me to give to my girlfriend. I want it to say my name."

"Okay, what's her name?"

"dunno."

"What's her favorite color?"

"dunno...that's her." He then points to a girl who's about 17 that came with me. Her name is Laurel. I draw the picture, then I have to stand by her as he reaches around from behind me to give her the picture. She never sees his face, and he runs off.

An hour later, he comes back to me. "I need two more pictures, I got two more girlfriends."
He runs off again.

Quite some time later, he runs up to me in the gym. "Heather, I been lookin' for you ever'where! It's my woman...she's two-timin' me!"

"I'm sorry JaBazz. That's too bad." He then tells me I have to go outside with him and see her. We go outside and there is Laurel talking to some other six year old.

"Look at him! I HATE him!"

"I'm sorry JaBazz, but I don't know what to tell you. This seems like a man problem."

"Well I don't know no mans!"

"Okay, well, there's Chris. We can go talk to him about it." JaBazz and I sit on the picnic table. "Hey Chris...I got a man problem. My woman's two-timin' me!"

Chris: "err..uh..what? Do you, uh, want me to talk to her for you?"

JaBazz climbs under the table. "yes please."

He calls Laurel over. She listens to Chris and has to pretend she doesn't know JaBazz is hiding under the table. "Well, gosh, I hope he forgives me! I feel so bad. Do you think he'll forgive me?"

From under the table: "okay. I will!"