Parent Conference Day was turned into a regular work day to make up for some of the snow days.  Now we have to do parent conferences after school today and tomorrow.  Work ends at 2:30, we have a break from 2:30 to 3:00, and then have conferences from 3:00 to 6:30 today and tomorrow.  Including travel time, I’ve got 12 1/2 hour days today and tomorrow.  NOT something I’m looking forward to.

The irony is that we work a trimester schedule at our school.  We can conference with parents whose kids we only have for two more days or we can conference with parents whose kids we haven’t even met that will start in our classes on Monday.  Go figure….


Tiffany, SHUT UP!

Yeah, I said it.  Wish I hadn’t but I did.  I am so sick of these kids.  I’ve never felt like this in all my years of teaching.  I have one “good” class and the other two are wild.  I’m worn out with trying to cope with it.  Thank God I only have these kids another four days.

We have a new librarian and she’s pretty good.  She wants what she wants and I don’t blame her.  Our old librarian let our library become loud and disorganized and I was trying to teach my classes in there when there would be another three or four classes of kids running around like crazy.  The old librarian retired and the new one stepped in.  She presented her master plan to the principal about cozy little reading areas and quiet areas for studying and reflecting and the principal decided to move all of us who taught classes in the library to other locations.  I am NOT happy.  I live in the library first and second periods, 3rd period I’m in room 221 at the extreme other end of the school.  Fourth period, I’m in room 216 and 5th period finds me in room 201.  I live on a cart and try to transport all my stuff from one room to another.  The teachers who have rooms 201, 216 and 221 have their planning periods on the hours when I’m in their rooms and they sit at their desks grading papers and doing other stuff.  There’s no place for me to sit and I feel like I’m intruding.  I totally hate it.  I invariably forget to bring something with me and then I’m stuck, at the other end of the building, without the materials I need for class.  I have three different preps and not a textbook in sight.  No workbooks, no resources at all.  Every day, I have to develop three totally different lessons and worksheets from scratch and I never seem to have enough time to get it all done.

My fourth and fifth period classes have a few good kids and a lot of loud, disruptive and totally annoying kids and it seems like I have to fight them every minute to keep them from taking over the class.  Today, they took over.  I had kids going to the computer to project their web pages and show them to the class and the rowdy ones just kept acting up.

“Bryan, leave her alone and get in your seat.  Sharon, stop texting and bring me your cell phone.  Quiet down so Justin can show us his web page.”

“Justin, I’m sorry.  Hold on.  You guys need to stop talking and show some respect.  It will be your turn soon and you wouldn’t want people talking so loud no one can hear what you’re saying.  You’re being rude.  Bryan, I told you to get in your seat.  Sharon, bring me your phone, NOW.  Tiffany, get in your seat and be quiet.”

…Bryan, get in your seat.  I don’t want to write you up for something so trivial but I will if I have to.  Christian, get away from the window.  If I wanted the window open, I would have done it myself.  I’m sorry, Justin.  Please continue.”

“Justin, hold on…What is wrong with you guys today?  Stop talking and listen!  Tiffany, if I have to tell you again, I’m going to call home.  Get in your seat and BE QUIET.  Tyshawn, give Mona back her purse and leave her alone.  I’ve had it guys!  You’re being rude and I won’t tolerate it.  Tiffany, I’m talking to you.  Tiffany….., TIFFANY…….. TIFFANY, SHUT UP!  SHUT YOUR MOUTH FOR FIVE MINUTES!  DO YOU THINK YOU CAN DO THAT?????”

And then Tiffany looks right at me and says, “You are so rude!  I can’t wait to get out of this class.  You have no right to tell me to Shut Up.  I’m going to tell my father.”

And then all the other jerks join in!  “You can’t talk to her like that!  You’re supposed to be the TEACHER!”

And I apologized and said, “I’m sorry I lost my temper.  I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way but I’m human, too and sometimes you guys push me to the limits.  You’re really fast to point out when I’m rude but you don’t seem to hold yourselves to the same standards.  Why do you think it’s okay for you to be rude but not okay for me?”

And half the class said, “Because you’re the TEACHER!  You can’t talk to students that way.”

Four more days before I get new kids.  Please, God, help me make it.


I’m here! Kinda….

Yeah, I’m still here.  Strange times.  It seems like the days are grueling.  I get up dreading the day, drag myself through every grueling minute, get home late and collapse in bed.  Then I do it all again.

I really don’t know what’s wrong with me.  I got up yesterday morning and told myself, “Come on.  Nine more hours.  You can do it.”  Driving to work, I was thinking, “Eight more hours.”  I worked hard and occasionally caught a glimpse of the time and told myself, “Hang in there.  Four more hours…”  Of course, it wasn’t four more hours.  I wound up staying an hour and a half late.  I got to come home for 3 hours and then had to drive back because DGS, Steven, is one of four cadets in the ROTC honor guard and they had to be back for the homecoming game at half-time to escort the homecoming queen and her court.  We finally got to head home at 8:30 and I collapsed.

I slept for 11 hours.  Unheard of.  Everyone in the house is aghast.

It’s really weird.  Each day seems to fly by and there’s never enough time to get everything done but, at the same time, it seems like the day grinds by minute by minute and takes forever to get through.

Snowing again….

Monday was a meeting with National Honor Society to finish up preparations for the Induction Ceremony Thursday night.  Tuesday was ESS after school. Wednesday was a mandatory faculty meeting which was moved because of ESS on Tuesday.  At the faculty meeting, they reviewed the procedure for student responses to Open Response Questions and gave us a form to record student grades.  We now have to give an Open Response Question to every student in our classes each week, grade them, record the grades and turn in all the student papers, scores and our interpretation of how we could have improved our teaching/preparation/student motivation/questioning technique/etc. so they would have scored better. (sigh… more paperwork.. wouldn’t it be nice if the students had to turn in their responses and an explanation of what they could have done to improve their scores?).  Thursday was ESS after school, run to Walmart to pick up cakes, race back to school to decorate and prepare for the induction which started at 6:30.  Finally headed out the door at 9:00.

I am sooooo tired.