Thirty-three days. That's all that remains of this school year. Take out at least four or five days for tests, another field trip, field day, and the last day of school, and that leaves only about 25 more days. It's sort of hard to believe.
My brain's so wiped out with the overwhelming stress of my job, not to mention my personal life...what's that? I remember as a child thinking it was so weird to see a teacher at the grocery store or out at a restaurant - those people weren't supposed to have lives outside of school! Many don't, and now I understand why. There's just too much to do. I could stay at work until 7:00 every night for a month and still not get it all done.
I just hate how uncertain everything feels. I have no idea what grade I'll be teaching next year, no idea what classroom, no clue who I'll be working with or working for - our principal retired. So much flexibility is required of everyone working in a school. That's fine, but sometimes I wonder if a little stability would do the system some good. Keep someone in the same grade for a few years. Let them really get to know the age group and the curriculum. I know if I get put in an upper grade next year, I'll feel like a brand new teacher all over again. Hell, I still feel like a brand new teacher now.
Maybe the flexibility wouldn't bother me so much if it wasn't combined with such mass disorganization. So many discrepancies between the curriculum, tests, scope and sequence and expanded curriculum exist. Meetings and training sessions are often delayed or canceled due to poor planning.
A couple of weeks ago, for example, there was supposed to be a training session about classroom management on my campus from 3:15-4:00. One representative from each grade was all that the principal required, but my grade level decided as a team that we all wanted to go. Arrangements were made, tutoring sessions were canceled, and after school plans were altered. We all showed up, on time, for training that we all felt we needed. We waited. And waited some more. Finally, a woman showed up, but stated that she was there to train support staff only; the teachers' training session was from 4:00-6:00 p.m.
Who knows where the communication chain was broken. None of the teachers had made plans to attend training until that late in the day, so no one was there when (or if, I should say) the facilitator showed up. People have lives outside of their jobs. Our workday is scheduled to end at 3:45. We were already altering our schedule to stay until 4:00. Asking us to stay another two hours was out of the question. I have no problem with staying at work late - I stay until 6 or 7:00 at least a couple of times a week. And had I known the previous week - even the previous day that the training session would be an after-hours sort of thing, that would have been fine. It's just unrealistic to expect that 15 people can alter their schedules at the last minute like that. People have kids of their own to pick up, classes to attend, lives to lead. The worst part is that we all really could have used that training. And it wasn't rescheduled. No one ever told any of us what happened or who screwed up the planning.
Ugh. It's Saturday morning. I'm done thinking about this right now. Besides, I have five classes worth of grades to average this weekend. I'd better get to work.
P.S. Don't tell me that it's my own fault for waiting until the last minute to average grades. The six weeks ended on Friday, and grades have to be entered into the computer by 4:00 on Wednesday. It takes at least a half an hour per class to average the grades, and probably 20 minutes to enter the scores into the (very archaic) grade system. That's 50 minutes times five classes...250 minutes...at least four hours worth of work - probably more. I get 45 minutes per day of work time. And I can pretty much forget about getting anything done during that time - there's always so much else to do. Last week three days of my planning period were spent dealing with one kid from my class's out-of-control behavior problems. I thought the kid I had last year that cursed me and made fun of the other kids was bad - now I've got one that threatens, kicks, and punches kids - sometimes right in front of my face and once last week right in front of the principal. I have to do all this paperwork, call home, write letters to mom, develop and institute a behavior plan, when all the kid really needs is a good spanking. Kids have absolutely no fear anymore. They know there's nothing that you can do to them that will really harm them or make them unhappy in any way aside from telling their parents about their behavior, which, for some kids leads to spankings at home. The students in my class who know that a letter home will lead to a 'whuppin,' as one of my boys calls it, behave very well most of the time. It's the group of kids who know that all their parents will do to them is send them to time out or take away video games for a couple of days that are the problem. No fear, no respect, bad behavior...doesn't it say somewhere in the Bible something about sparing the rod and spoiling the child?
