Alternative Title - Evidently, Our Heads Are Up Our Asses
(You know I'm using the royal "Our", do you not? Because my head, is out and about and very confused right now.)
I got a new student today. Just showed up at my door. Just whatever. No warning. No time to prep a desk, some pencils, anything. Sure, just go ahead and throw the kid on my line and we'll see what happens, right?
So I guess that's problem numero uno...the lack of consideration of new students and the teachers who must receive them unannounced. I feel sorry for both of us in this scenario, but selfishly, mostly myself. It just really throws a wrench in the day to suddenly have an extra (untrained) body.
After lunch, a teacher from the previous grade calls me (on the GD phone in my classroom...because, hey, I can take a call anytime! I'm not busy.) She tells me that this student was in her class last year. And that she was supposed to be held over. She met with mom. Mom signed a paper stating that she understood her daughter should repeat the previous grade. (Not that I'm all about holding kids back, but dude, when you're not ready to go, you're just not ready to go).
Um, quick question. Why the heck is she in MY class??
Girlfriend can't read remotely on our grade level, has trouble writing her NAME independently, and can't count above 50. And I feel sorry for her...total deer in head lights today.
A brief side note - Why the F do teachers spend their year dutifully checking off inane checklists, assessing the living crap out of children and compiling legal sized files on individual students if they (meaning those with all the POWER) end up just passing a kid on anyway?? I mean, sure, I'll collect MOUNTAINS of paperwork to substantiate my professional opinion, and you...you just wave them on. That's cool. I didn't really put that much thought into it anyway.
During my free period, I dashed off a quick email to The Weave and cc'ed our principal and several other key players.
Evidently Little Girl's mom registered her in another school for the month of September. The new school looked at her birthday and registered her in my grade (a whole grade level ABOVE where she should be...I guess mom didn't feel the need to inform her new school). THEN....(oh, there's more), mom withdraws her from her old school and RE-registers her at our school, conveniently forgetting to tell the secretary about her daughter's situation.
And, wa-lah! She is in my class. Even better... The Weave says there's nothing we can do. There is some mythical (read: dumbass) policy which states that since this child was registered in my grade in another school, she must stay in that grade in OUR school, despite her previous teacher's recommendation, despite mom signing an agreement and despite ALL BETTER JUDGEMENT.
I guess the big, dinosaur that we call The System is totally OK with several things that just rub my common sense the wrong way....things like disregarding a teacher's professional opinion, ignoring what is best for a child and screwing a future teacher (and her other students) by giving her a child who is severely below grade level.
On a funnier note, I have been told that there were two rubber cutlets (read: fake boobs) found in the upstairs teachers' bathroom. On the sink. Just, you know, hanging out. That's right folks, some of my colleagues may not care about our jobs enough to even pretend to look like they're busy, but do care enough about other things...like pretending that they have larger bossoms.