I got a lecture from a friend (Dawn) the other day about my reaction to another teacher, we'll call that teacher Annabelle. Dawn said I need to cut Annabelle slack, because she's sensitive and I am apparently intimidating.
Annabelle was in a position to make my life significantly easier but, because she was sensitive and hurt by the principal, she packed up her mitt and ball and went home and never answered a single request for information.
Now I am supposed to work with her. Sarcasm aside, understand I don't care that she is sensitive. If she asks me for something, I would probably give it to her. But I am not going to volunteer. The year she had her feelings hurt by the principal, I had the worst working year and working environment since I started work at 15.
I read something recently that you shouldn't compare pain. As in, well you had a broken leg but I had that and a broken arm as well. I get that.
The year she was here was probably her worst year. I know it was mine.
But she made herself irrelevant to my life. I dug out everything that I needed for the next year, some by myself and some from other people. And like the little red hen said, I will eat the bread myself. Funny, I don't even care if Annabelle thinks I'm rude.
A group of our students went on a field trip last week - a play then a meal at a restaurant. Six of the lovely darlings decided it would be fun to skip out on paying for their meals. I wonder when we will get to have field trips again.
Friday, I was in my car and ready to leave when I saw a teacher who teaches in another part of the building so I rarely see him. I waved and he came over to talk.
In the course of the conversation (and this is someone I chat with, not someone I feel close to) he mentioned that he tries to remind people (other teachers) that he is there and that he is going through stuff.
I don't know what stuff, but I know we need to help each other. I think mental health issues are more rampant in teaching than is acknowledged. I've know three in the past year who end in in "the looney bin" - and that is just 3 because I am closer to them. The system is broken.
A flood is imminent. The officials go on the radio and tv and warn everyone to leave.
One man refuses and says “I believe God will save me.”
One of his friends drives out of his way during the evacuation to save the man and says “Jump in – come on!” and the man says “No, thank you. My God will save me.” So the friend drove away, shaking his head.
The water starts rising. The man goes to the top floor of his house. A neighbor in a boat comes along and says “Jump in – come on!” and the man says “No, thank you. My God will save me.” So the neighbor putters off, shaking his head.
The water continues to rise. The man moves to the roof. The authorities send a helicopter and the pilot says “Jump in – come on!” and the man says “No, thank you. My God will save me.” So the pilot flies away, shaking his head.
The water continues to rise. The house is engulfed and the man dies.
He goes to heaven and asks God “Why didn’t you save me?”
And God says “I sent a car, a boat and a helicopter.”
Help is there. You have to recognize it.
Help fell into our laps this week. A teacher with the subject knowledge who actively wants to teach in our school. Rather than call him, the principal is choosing to cover the class with Skype and a parapro. Don’t think this will work.
Had a student today try to get in and kill a program on the school server.
I spent more than 30 minutes trying to get someone (IT) to come to my room, taking screen shots the entire time of what he was doing.
This whole thing is percolating through the ranks (up 2 levels above the principal) while they try to decide what to do with him.
He tried to tell me yeah, he looked up how to kill it but he was doing his own coding. Nope - I took screenshots of your code. Document everything. Same thing I told a fellow teacher who is in an untenable situation.
I don't believe anyone in my school reads my blog. Guess I will find out.
I co-teach in a class where they have hired a long term sub. Who has never taught. Who has had minimal math and education courses. Who hasn't even subbed that many times. And who thinks he knows everything. (And, by extension, I know nothing that could possibly be of value.
We'll call him Mortimer Snerd.
Mortimer also thinks other people can't possibly know more than he does. Like the head custodian who told him he couldn't let students eat in the room and that they had to pick up after themselves.
Mortimer pushed hard the first week to get into the grade book. He doesn't try to teach or make lessons or find worksheets (we have no books) or make the tests (or study guides) or make copies or return work. But he keeps wanting to grade the tests.
Without an answer key, he has taken it upon himself to grade all of the tests the kids took last week. Ones I was holding on to until people finished taking it. Ones I had asked him not to grade because of what I learn grading it. But his vast experience of not teaching apparently outweighs my math education degree and years of teaching. And he must be related to someone, because the Highly Ineffective Administrators are backing him up.
This year cannot end soon enough.
You know this when you run the numbers how much you get if you retire today. Next month. After Christmas. The end of this year. Hold off another year. Or a year after that.
(Actually wrote this last year. It only got worse. I didn't retire. This year is very very different, better)
I check transcripts of seniors whenever I can, knowing the counselors do as well. Last week I determined a boy should have graduated this year but somehow they missed it. This year I did not have time to do it, well, in time. But it is the results (diploma) that matters.