Short and sweet: There are times (like today) when teaching school just royally sucks.
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20 February, 2009
18 February, 2009
Feb. 18 - Wednesday
There's not much to tell today except that the kids at school have lost their ever loving damn minds. I can't help but think this. I mean, come on, they come to school, talk/curse amongst their friends and then when you tell them that they need to bring a book to class, they "forget" that we told them, they don't bring pencil/pen nor paper and then act like it's a big imposition on them to actually have to do work and to turn it in. I'm pretty sick and tired of it all.
It also doesn't help that some people on the staff decide to do something stupid and then kids do something idiotic which then makes everything roll downhill - especially when it comes down from the top. Yeah, that's right. The principal basically sent out e-mails telling people, either you will do this, or you will lose that priveledge. Also, there are threats rolling around the email as well about how if we don't do what we need to do, that we will be written up on a reprimand that will go into our permanent folder. I think not.
I will do what I need to do, but when I'm spread so thin, you tell me how the hell that I'm supposed to make sure that the kids are doing what they need to be doing? I'm already running all over the building doing things for everyone and finally coming to the realization that by the time that I get home, I'm exhausted. I don't have time to grade papers until the last period of the day and by then, I'm tired and don't want to sit at the desk with a pen in my hand making a paper bleed.
It's rather difficult when you are the only person who is the "staff" of the special education department for all of the English classes there on the campus. Me, myself and I are just plain ass tired.
I came home this evening and put all my things down, worked on a few creative things away from the computer then made dinner, drank a beer, had some ice cream and then a bit later had another beer. I actually told my father in law today (he came in this morning) that I'm ready to quit teaching period. It's almost getting to be a joke, anyway.
It doesn't help that I was talking to a student this afternoon and he wrote down in a note that he was wishing that he was dead. Of course, I had to take that to a counselor. I really don't want a repeat from six years ago. I can't. It would destroy me. I talked about what happened today at work, but I just can't get that out of my mind that I was the last teacher that the student had, he didn't want to talk to me about what was going on before Thanksgiving Holiday and then goes home and hangs himself. NO. I will NOT have that on my heart again.
AND, on top of all of that, my back is hurting and I can't deal with it right now. I really can't.
I believe that I'm going to go to bed soon because I'm so tired. I haven't worked on Moonfleet since Monday, but then again, I sat here for the majority of the three day weekend (this past weekend) and really put a lot of hours into it. I was able to finish up Episode 7 and get Act 1 of Episode 8 done. Jerry has already sent me notes to do on Ep 8 and I'll begin to work on those when I can. There were 8 things that he wants me to fix. *sighs* I thought it was a really good edit to. Snap.
It's 10... and I'm exhausted. Sad really. I used to be such a night owl.
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It also doesn't help that some people on the staff decide to do something stupid and then kids do something idiotic which then makes everything roll downhill - especially when it comes down from the top. Yeah, that's right. The principal basically sent out e-mails telling people, either you will do this, or you will lose that priveledge. Also, there are threats rolling around the email as well about how if we don't do what we need to do, that we will be written up on a reprimand that will go into our permanent folder. I think not.
I will do what I need to do, but when I'm spread so thin, you tell me how the hell that I'm supposed to make sure that the kids are doing what they need to be doing? I'm already running all over the building doing things for everyone and finally coming to the realization that by the time that I get home, I'm exhausted. I don't have time to grade papers until the last period of the day and by then, I'm tired and don't want to sit at the desk with a pen in my hand making a paper bleed.
It's rather difficult when you are the only person who is the "staff" of the special education department for all of the English classes there on the campus. Me, myself and I are just plain ass tired.
I came home this evening and put all my things down, worked on a few creative things away from the computer then made dinner, drank a beer, had some ice cream and then a bit later had another beer. I actually told my father in law today (he came in this morning) that I'm ready to quit teaching period. It's almost getting to be a joke, anyway.
It doesn't help that I was talking to a student this afternoon and he wrote down in a note that he was wishing that he was dead. Of course, I had to take that to a counselor. I really don't want a repeat from six years ago. I can't. It would destroy me. I talked about what happened today at work, but I just can't get that out of my mind that I was the last teacher that the student had, he didn't want to talk to me about what was going on before Thanksgiving Holiday and then goes home and hangs himself. NO. I will NOT have that on my heart again.
AND, on top of all of that, my back is hurting and I can't deal with it right now. I really can't.
I believe that I'm going to go to bed soon because I'm so tired. I haven't worked on Moonfleet since Monday, but then again, I sat here for the majority of the three day weekend (this past weekend) and really put a lot of hours into it. I was able to finish up Episode 7 and get Act 1 of Episode 8 done. Jerry has already sent me notes to do on Ep 8 and I'll begin to work on those when I can. There were 8 things that he wants me to fix. *sighs* I thought it was a really good edit to. Snap.
It's 10... and I'm exhausted. Sad really. I used to be such a night owl.
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