The county wants to shut my school down and replace it with an early childhood center.
Literally the only reason they chose my school is because it is one floor, has sinks in most rooms, and it just so happens to be right in the middle of the other two early childhood centers in the county.
They are doing this because our location is “convenient”. They don’t care about us or our kids.
They tell us “oh don’t worry, you will still have a job!” But then they say that they are going to move everyone to a school that is run by a tyrant and the kids are awful. Our principal is going to just be dumped somewhere.
The classroom teachers don’t want to come to the meetings to help us fight it because they get a job either way. Us specialists can be forced to do two schools if the population isn’t big enough or we also can just get dumped somewhere else. And it pisses me off that they don’t want to help anyone else because “oh I’ll be okay”. It’s fucking infuriating.
We’re going to a meeting tomorrow night with some parents to voice our anger and tell them no, we do not want this. I don’t know if it’ll work.
If it doesn’t, I might need a new job.
We have some backup plans in mind but they all are difficult and might not work as well.
I am literally too stressed to function. It just isn’t fair.0
As Americans we have always been taught that one of the greatest things about being an American Citizen is that we are protected by the First Amendment in the United States Constitution. We pride ourselves with having the ability to speak without fear of retribution and to make sure if injustices are occurring, we have the ability to addressing them.
However somewhere between the United States Constitution and modern day education reform in America, teachers have lost their ability to speak up about injustices without fear of retribution…
Please please please read.
I’ve been told so many since I started college that you can’t say certain things to certain people and you can’t say some things to parents cause you’ll get fired or you can’t criticize administration cause you’ll get fired or you can’t make certain people upset because etc. etc. etc. We’re basically kept in this fear-mode that is meant to keep us quiet and just let things go. I ended up putting an adult bully in her place my first year when I had been told over and over not to say anything when she belittled and insulted me because she was “important” and that I’d somehow suffer for it. Turns out I didn’t. Teachers need the right to stand up for ourselves and for our kids and not be in constant fear.11
I miss when #education and #teaching were full of educators discussing important topics and students instead of angry SJWs being mad at everything and porn2
Came into my room to find that some neighborhood assholes decided to smash in one of my windows. Since we couldn’t find a ball or a rock we believe they had to have used a bat or a pipe. They also apparently smashed in a kitchen window and spray painted on the windows that lead to the playground from my hallway.
Every time I get comfortable life reminds me that I work in an urban school. Sigh.
Funny kid moment of the day.
Ms. J, a para for Pre-k is walking her students in a line down the hall. The little one at the front of the line tries go the wrong way. Ms J grabs her and says
"No no sweet potato, come this way" (we use nicknames like that a lot)
Another of her preschoolers, a little lady with two little poofs on her head who I believe only comes to my knee, turns to her and says,
"Ms J! She is NOT a sweet potato!" in the smallest, squeakiest voice you can imagine.
Ms J, myself, and a third grade teacher walking her kids to lunch all busted out laughing. Ohhh gosh. Little tikes.3
Apparently our librarian is writing a formal complaint about me because I was put in the media center for the end-of-year activities on Friday when she wasn’t here and she claims that there were things moved and stuff broken. I told her that I kept the kids off her carpet like she asked (even though the carpet is FOR kids to sit on) and there weren’t kids over there when I was there.
Stuff being moved? You know, if it was on the floor, the custodians probably moved it to clean. They can’t clean the floor with your shit on it. They’ve shifted some of my things around before. It’s not a big deal.
OH and she was flipping her shit because a barcode scanner was on the floor. It literally sits in this flimsy little stand where any slight bump could knock it off, which might have also happened when the floor was being cleaned. She then admitted she didn’t know if it worked or not! wtf?
Go ahead and complain. Give me attitude instead of actually asking me questions and having a civilized discussion. Write a formal complaint. Make it my fault when I was ASSIGNED to your room. Did you know it is not possible to keep your eye on 70+ kids every waking second they are in a room? Did you know that getting kids ready for a talent show requires you to be moving around and not be staring at them every waking second? But you wouldn’t know because a. you are barely there and b. you never help with anything unless you are forced to.
It’s like being back in high school.1
Third graders earlier this year got in trouble for circulating a notebook with “I want to have sex with _______” in it and filling it in.
And just today a bunch got sent to the office for talking about “humping” each other and calling a boy “gay”.
It’s this gross combo of sexuality being shoved into younger and younger children’s brains mixed with rampant homophobia.
These kids are hyper aware of sexuality. The girls as young as 5 will shake their butts and dance in ways that are WAY above their years. They will scream bloody murder at a girl sitting “wrong” or an accidental showing of underwear. They’ve drawn boobs and written nasty words in notebooks and continue to do so after getting caught. I had a second grader call someone us a whore and a slut! It’s insane.
Even worse is the homophobia. Homophobia in the little boys especially at my school is just horrific. I wrote a seven year old up last year for hitting a kid and screaming “GAY BOY” at him because he accidentally bumped into him.
The little girls will hug and hold hands and lean on each other but if I a bow even just bumps shoulders with another they freak out.
Thankfully, my school is no nonsense and treats calling someone “gay” in a negative way as a slur and will punish them in a heartbeat. But it’s still upsetting that these kids are aware of too much and you KNOW it comes from home. IT makes me want to slap some parents.
I really wish I could just get this nastiness out of their brains but it’s not possible. Ugh.
When I think about the horrible teacher I was forced to team-teach with for six weeks
Bahahaha ohh man I know that feel.
My co-op had children my age, so she treated me like a child. She talked in this little voice that made everything she say sound passive-aggressive. She criticized the way I sat at the desk and how messy my handwriting was. The students left at 3:30 and she told me that teacher’s don’t leave after school and wouldn’t let me leave until 5:00 at the earliest even though the building was empty by 4. She only let me leave early when I had collegiate choir, and even then she huffed about it saying that it “wasn’t as important”, even thought I got a grade for it.
Once, She sat me down for an HOUR AND A HALF after school to criticize my wardrobe! She told me that I’m only allowed to wear flats with hose, I cannot wear the same color pants more than once a week, and I cannot wear a scarf more than a few days because I needed to wear necklaces! When I told her that I’m college student on a budget, she told me to go to goodwill and buy more pants! This was also funny because she had a style bad enough to be on What Not to Wear.
She would scan my lesson plans and make me redo them if she didn’t like the font size or thought my sentences didn’t sound right to her to her or she didn’t want a period there (at the end of sentence…?). She made me write out every single step (including what kid I asked questions to!) and got mad when I didn’t follow it perfectly. She would comment when my voice would crack or if I didn’t stay perfectly in tune when singing with the kids. She was allowed to miss notes on the piano but I had to be perfect. I had a mild allergy attack one morning and could barely open my eyes, so I called out. I got chastised like crazy the next day with her saying that “teachers can’t just call out”. WHICH IS NOT TRUE AT ALL.
When she met my college supervisor, she pulled her aside privately in the back room and began to CRY saying that I’m defensive and won’t take criticism and she was “just trying to help” me. My supervisor bought her sob story, refused to believe the truth from my mouth, and almost failed me (you need a B to pass and she said she didn’t want to give it to me).
I hated that woman more than words could explain. But I now I am a professional doing a job that this woman could NEVER have survived in, so that is enough satisfaction for me. Success is the best revenge.46
I know teachers aren’t supposed to care about being liked.
But when an entire classroom full of children tells their teacher that they don’t like your class, you wonder what you are doing wrong.
You can give 110% and sometimes it still isn’t enough.
And it hurts.7
In October, we had our first practice assessment. 2 days.
In December, we had our second practice assessment. 2 days.
We are currently doing Mock MSA. 2 days.
MSA is coming up. 3 days including science.
Then we have a post-assessment assessment (I’m not kidding) in Mayish. 2 more days.
I’ve also been hearing we’re going to do some of the PARC assessment, so who knows how many days that will add.
In total, that is 11 days of testing. That is OVER two full weeks of school that we lose due to testing.
And they respond by making Maryland schools go back to school a week or even two weeks before schools in other states and make them stay a week after everyone lets out (and this is without snow days).
For example, Last year, my brother had almost a full week of snow days and we didn’t have any. My school year ended a day AFTER his.0