Hey kids.
Sorry I've been such a horrible blogger lately. It's not because that woman in wherever got in trouble for blogging about her lazy, whiny students being "lazy whiners." I just always think of good things to blog when I'm not around the computer and then when I sit down at the computer, I end up drowning in facebook or looking up dream apartments in NYC.
Things are weird at school right now. I haven't gotten frustrated with children in almost 6 weeks. Of course, sometimes I have to raise my voice and I've threatened to TEAR OFF YOUR EARS AND STORE THEM A JAR THAT I WILL KEEP ON A SHELF AT MY HOUSE but I'm not actually having bad days.
On Friday, at 8:50a.m., the two hall monitors come into my room. (First period is over at 9:05.) They say that because yesterday some kids broke into the cafeteria and ruined all the science fair projects the whole first floor is on "lockdown" for the entire day. What does lockdown mean? Lockdown apparently means that I have to load all my shit on a cart and roll it from classroom to classroom and teach each class in their homeroom.
Obviously, it was not important to inform teachers of this BEFORE five minutes before we were supposed to do it. And also, apparently less obviously, THAT PUNISHES NO ONE BUT THE TEACHERS. So, of course, I had to spend the next 15 minutes threatening the lives of anybody who was going to decide to trash my room.
See, I'm living in a twilight zone right now where I'm not stressed about work and the kids are the best behaved I've had in years, but the whole rest of my team is having Worst Year Ever. The Math teacher cried the other day and said they make her feel like it's her first year (she's been teaching for 14 years), the new Language Arts teacher has been around for a week, she came from a high school and so far has had a textbook AND a desk thrown at her. So, I had to go into these out of control rooms and "teach" while they went into my room. It ended up being not so bad...but still. I was annoyed.
Also, the 6th grade administrator keeps telling me I need to "help my colleagues get it together." I'm sorry, what? How am I supposed to tell people who've been teaching longer than me what to do? Also, pretty sure that is YOUR JOB, MR. ADMINISTRATOR. I'm glad they are paying you six figures to walk around and look exasperated all the time.
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2 comments:
Two things:
Your administration sounds like my hospital's management.
Can you show me your jar of ears??
Dreaming of apartments in NYC? Do you have plans to make it on Broadway that you have not shared with the rest of us?
And yeah, the ears thing sounds ominously interesting . . .
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