I thought you'd get a kick out of an old journal entry I wrote when I was working at my high school in Crappy ISD.
Busy day. Two fights in the cafeteria this morning, one at lunch, one in the hallway.
Busy day. Two days ago I received and email, telling me I was signed up for training that I knew nothing about. I’ve learned that questioning why doesn’t seem to work, so I figured what the heck, it’s another day I get to spend away from these foul-mouthed monsters. I might pick up some valuable knowledge or skills as well.
Boy, did I leave with a head full of knowledge! It’s so full of it that I’m bleeding from the ears. I learned that the district wants me to do MORE work, and MORE remediation, even though that’s NOT what I was told when I was hired. They’ve got a great new program that’s going to fix the big problem of kids not being able to read. The best news is that it only takes more than double the amount of prep time, grading time and in-class training time than the average class. I felt waves of relief wash over me; either that or my bladder let go when I heard it. When you have three different classes to prepare for, the most exciting thing you can hear is that you’ll need to spend more time planning and prepping and documenting.
Busy day. Three teachers walked out of the school this afternoon. One was attacked by a student during class. The administration announced that he was terminated because apparently, throwing the student off of him was “unprofessional.” That is so true. The most professional thing to do cover your face and hope you don’t get slashed in the guts – otherwise you’re just entering a power struggle with the kid. No one wants that.
The attacked teacher left when the school wouldn’t call the police to report it as an assault, even though the attacker was 18. The other two teachers left out of outraged solidarity.
So… busy day, but really, it’s just another day at Low Expectations High. I plan to be busy with a fifth of vodka tonight.