So, for the many of you who expressed concern at my absence, thank you. And for those of you who said you missed my stories, thank you too. I missed myself also. Where have I been? I have been strung out. Just plain old strung out, and I have missed this so much....it even hurts to write about all of it. And I promised myself that I would keep my blog about SCHOOL (or bitching about school) rather than my life in general (or bitching about my life..)
In fact, all of this has resulted in one of the most impressive To Do Lists of all time. And, if you happen to know me personally, you know I loves me a good list...especially one with multiple categories or some nice color coding. I practically drool as I input all of this lovely organizational goodness into my new found joy - the iTouch. However, even this list intimidated me, the List Lover. If I'm honest, I will admit that it sent me into a catatonic state at times...and at other times it rendered me a raving lunatic. Sexy, right?
And on my long commutes home, as I frantically tried to manage my dwindling time effectively, I began to get angry. Very angry. I mean, just how far can the proverbial buck be passed?? And just how many times am I going to be there to accept it???! I figure, that if I had one dollar for every "buck" that was passed my way, I would no longer have to work. Ever. Again.
Let me give you a few examples....
Buck #1:
We get back from a field trip (you know how I feel about field trips). It was a great time, but I have not eaten or peed in like 10 hours despite providing time for all my students to engage in those activities. We are 10 minutes late for music (which would be my free prep period and a blessed opportunity to scarf down a PB and J and pee....again, sexy, yes?). We run into the music teacher in the hallway.
Me: Oh great! I'll bring them right up!!
Him: Huh?
Me: It's our music time and I really could use a few minutes to use the ladies room and eat my lunch. I'll bring them...
Him : (interrupting me....jerk!) Yea, I don't feel like it anymore and it's too late now.
Me: (Where to begin....) Um, I'm not sure it's really about 'what you feel like doing.' I
Him: They're your class, you deal with it. Teachers are so prep-hungry.
Oh no he didn't!!!!!
But unfortunately, yes he did. And in front of my little friends, I could not spew forth the profanities that were brewing in my mind. Instead, I sighed, crossed my legs and went upstairs.
Buck #2:
It is the morning of our field trip. (Why do I put myself through this?) The Weave has planned this trip so I should have known that some serious buck-passing was about to occur. Sure enough.
Ring!! I answer the phone. She asks me if I remembered to order the lunches from the cafeteria. I say no, because I did not plan the trip. She says that there are no lunches. I ask her what we are supposed to do without lunches for 80 children. She tells me to work it out.
No wonder they pay her more.
Buck #3:
A few of the teachers talk to the principal about all the fighting that is happening at recess. We express our concern that the lunch aides are reading the paper rather than monitoring children. We remind him of the angry parents who have also screamed their concern. He suggests that we handle recess ourselves rather than pick on the aides.
Perfect. The dollars just keep piling up, don't they?
Buck #4....or do I even need to go on....
And you wondered why I took such a long break.
(Just FYI, I won't do that again until the end of the year. I swear.)
11 comments:
Welcome back!! Your field trip stories remind me why I don't do them anymore.
The last time I went on a trip (one I hadn't planned, but was dragged along on for the ride), we returned in the middle of the kids' (and my) lunch period. I told our interim acting AP (translation: she can't make a decision without consulting with her BFF, our other AP) that I was bringing the kids upstairs to get their lunches and then sending them back down so I could eat and pee. She stared at me stupidly (not a stretch) and said, "Oh, I have to ask Mrs. AP". I ignored her. In the hall upstairs, I run into Mrs. AP. "Where are you going?" she asks. I explained that with 25 minutes left in the lunch period, I was sending the kids to the cafeteria. She says- are you ready? "Why can't they eat in the classroom?" I gave her must baddest stare and kept walking. She didn't talk to me for a week. It was a beautiful thing.
Ah, yes, springtime at school........ Time of spring fever, year-end testing, and the entire teaching staff of every building ON EDGE!! :)
I'm really glad you're back. I missed you. You have a responsibility to the teaching community... you keep us laughing!
sometimes i feel like i have to stop reading your blog. i'm enraged enough as it is. your blog sends me into paroxysms of absolute fury.
Ha! Jenamoured - Please don't stop reading!!!
Selfishly though...glad I'm not the only one.
Back to work in the a.m.
Yay! You're back! Sad that the end of the year gets sooo crazy. Hang in there!
So glad you're back! Thanks for making me laugh with all the ridiculousness that is teaching...I know it's your life, but it's still amusing. Thank you! :D How many more days until summer break??
I'm glad you're back too! I need an opportunity to "vent" by way of your blog!
she's back! glad you made it through the mental breakdown that is life and started blogging. i need my daily dose of laughter and you are my supplier. thanks.
Hi Mimi- I've tagged you for a meme:
http://gneissday.blogspot.com/2008/05/tag-im-it.html
希望大家都會非常非常幸福~
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