Sometimes I do love my job.
5/17/08
taught (III)
For memories sake here are some things I love about my job. While taking photos for my class I captured some very hilarious photos. For the protection of those involved, here are some very funny moments that I just cant help but enjoy.
Sometimes I do love my job.
Sometimes I do love my job.
5/9/08
taught (II)
Update on the Co-worker situation:
She was not fired. She was 'talked to', shown the video of the incident and then scolded (and I think written up). Tough punishment, huh?
I am boggled by all this and am ready to seriously put the smack down on her.
In brighter news, this week was teacher appreciation week.
I'd been told by 'C' that last year she got nothing from any of the parents, and not to expect anything. Other classes, she said, usually got gift certificates and food and stuff- but she told me that the parents in our room always suck.
Sadly, for her- this years results just made the point that she sucks.
The parents got us (By us I mean me, I like to think that all the gifts were sent with me in mind. Selfish? Egotistical? Maybe.) the following awesomeness.
A huge sheet cake, candy apples, bath and body goodie basket, a movie night goodie basket with candy and a blockbuster gift certificate, a stack of big boxes of candy with another blockbuster gift certificate, a Starbucks gift certificate, a big bag of lifesavers candy (get it?), a bouquet of cookies, a big box of cookies, a handmade card with candy and another bath and body collection of sprays and lotions...
From these gifts I got the following information from my parents:
1) They know I like food
2) They know I like movies
3) They think I stink?
4) They want to fatten me up
5) I am appreciated!
I love the kids in my class and I think they have terrific parents.
On the flip side, I hate my co-worker and am devising a plan to get her fired.
Update concluded.
She was not fired. She was 'talked to', shown the video of the incident and then scolded (and I think written up). Tough punishment, huh?
I am boggled by all this and am ready to seriously put the smack down on her.
In brighter news, this week was teacher appreciation week.
I'd been told by 'C' that last year she got nothing from any of the parents, and not to expect anything. Other classes, she said, usually got gift certificates and food and stuff- but she told me that the parents in our room always suck.
Sadly, for her- this years results just made the point that she sucks.
The parents got us (By us I mean me, I like to think that all the gifts were sent with me in mind. Selfish? Egotistical? Maybe.) the following awesomeness.
A huge sheet cake, candy apples, bath and body goodie basket, a movie night goodie basket with candy and a blockbuster gift certificate, a stack of big boxes of candy with another blockbuster gift certificate, a Starbucks gift certificate, a big bag of lifesavers candy (get it?), a bouquet of cookies, a big box of cookies, a handmade card with candy and another bath and body collection of sprays and lotions...
From these gifts I got the following information from my parents:
1) They know I like food
2) They know I like movies
3) They think I stink?
4) They want to fatten me up
5) I am appreciated!
I love the kids in my class and I think they have terrific parents.
On the flip side, I hate my co-worker and am devising a plan to get her fired.
Update concluded.
5/6/08
bled
Today I got a nosebleed. In retrospect, I've never had a nosebleed that didnt lead the bad things. I really dont get nosebleeds very often, but they are memorable when I do...
Let me recount my past nosebleeds as far back as I can remember them.
1991:
Location- STA Elementary School, 3rd Grade
Age- 8
I was sitting in my classroom taking a test on my multiplication tables (the 2's) and suddenly a bright wet crimson drop fell onto my paper. My teacher took my test and made me start over.
Later that week my mother and brother got into a car accident and changed my course of my childhood.
1994:
Location- Hiawatha Elementary, 5th Grade
Age- 10
I was playing my violin (before I switched to viola) during the famed 5th grade strings, standing next to Claire Anderson, when I felt my nose get kind of cold. I set my violin down to get a tissue to avoid boogery embarrassments and a surge of blood sploshed onto my violin with a patter and onto Claire's shoes.
Later that day I peed my pants on the playground and pretended that I fell in a puddle. My mother brought me replacement clothes... plaid pants with suspenders. Why we had these pants, I'll never know. For a fifth grader it was the most embarrassing thing possible. Bleeding + Pee + Suspenders = memorably terrible day
1997:
Location- My house, 7th Grade
Age- 13
I was home sick with strep throat and I'd been sitting watching bad kids TV all day ("Allegras Window", anyone?). My mom was upstairs doing laundry (AMAZING!). The pillow under my head began to gradually feel wet, I thought my eyes were watering or something. Little did I know that my nose was steadily dripping blood.
Turns out that after cleaning up my nose debacle, my mother found the report card I'd hidden (stupidly) in my closet. Probably the most trouble I'd ever been in. At thirteen I was officially an idiot, things don't change much.
2000:
Location- Kate's House, 11th Grade
Age- 16
I was in a wonderfully bad play called "The Great All American Musical Disaster" (Which Angelaboration referred to in her last post) and I'd been in terrible trouble with my parents for failing Spanish (Sadly, I also failed it my Junior year. I, in no way, have ever been a good academic... ever). When my parents became aware of my D- in Spanish, my parents were debating pulling me from all my extra curriculars to make me concentrate on my classes. During the inevitable parental lectures about responsibility and idiocy- my nose started to ooze blood. My Dad accused me of making it bleed to get out of being yelled at. He kept yelling at me and made me use a kitchen towel to mop up my face.
My parents didn't make me quit the play, but they did call my teachers every day for the rest of the year to check up on me... it sucked. Also, they banned me from using the computer, TV, video games, phone or reading books that were for fun and not school. I'm not sure which was worse.
2004: Chicago, Summer Junior Year
Age: 20
Jimmy and I had been dating for awhile and I was sitting at my computer writing a paper. My nose started to drip, landing on my key board with a big red splotch.
Sadly, this nosebleed ended with Jimmy and I breaking up that night. Oddly enough, about two months later I got a nosebleed while I was sleeping and the next weekend Jimmy and I got back together.
2008: Dallas, Post all schooling
Age: 24
Today, in my car on the way home. And then AGAIN on the way home from dinner.
I've gotten two nosebleeds in one day. TWO. I'm double damned. Or maybe I'm double negatived? I hope the latter of the two. I don't know that getting in trouble with my mom and dad is so scary anymore... they cant ban me from TV anymore. Ha!
So what is the equivalent for an "adult" to being in trouble with your parents? Am in for double that, or am I in for something awesome?
Beware of the curse of the nosebleed.
Let me recount my past nosebleeds as far back as I can remember them.
1991:
Location- STA Elementary School, 3rd Grade
Age- 8
I was sitting in my classroom taking a test on my multiplication tables (the 2's) and suddenly a bright wet crimson drop fell onto my paper. My teacher took my test and made me start over.
Later that week my mother and brother got into a car accident and changed my course of my childhood.
1994:
Location- Hiawatha Elementary, 5th Grade
Age- 10
I was playing my violin (before I switched to viola) during the famed 5th grade strings, standing next to Claire Anderson, when I felt my nose get kind of cold. I set my violin down to get a tissue to avoid boogery embarrassments and a surge of blood sploshed onto my violin with a patter and onto Claire's shoes.
Later that day I peed my pants on the playground and pretended that I fell in a puddle. My mother brought me replacement clothes... plaid pants with suspenders. Why we had these pants, I'll never know. For a fifth grader it was the most embarrassing thing possible. Bleeding + Pee + Suspenders = memorably terrible day
1997:
Location- My house, 7th Grade
Age- 13
I was home sick with strep throat and I'd been sitting watching bad kids TV all day ("Allegras Window", anyone?). My mom was upstairs doing laundry (AMAZING!). The pillow under my head began to gradually feel wet, I thought my eyes were watering or something. Little did I know that my nose was steadily dripping blood.
Turns out that after cleaning up my nose debacle, my mother found the report card I'd hidden (stupidly) in my closet. Probably the most trouble I'd ever been in. At thirteen I was officially an idiot, things don't change much.
2000:
Location- Kate's House, 11th Grade
Age- 16
I was in a wonderfully bad play called "The Great All American Musical Disaster" (Which Angelaboration referred to in her last post) and I'd been in terrible trouble with my parents for failing Spanish (Sadly, I also failed it my Junior year. I, in no way, have ever been a good academic... ever). When my parents became aware of my D- in Spanish, my parents were debating pulling me from all my extra curriculars to make me concentrate on my classes. During the inevitable parental lectures about responsibility and idiocy- my nose started to ooze blood. My Dad accused me of making it bleed to get out of being yelled at. He kept yelling at me and made me use a kitchen towel to mop up my face.
My parents didn't make me quit the play, but they did call my teachers every day for the rest of the year to check up on me... it sucked. Also, they banned me from using the computer, TV, video games, phone or reading books that were for fun and not school. I'm not sure which was worse.
2004: Chicago, Summer Junior Year
Age: 20
Jimmy and I had been dating for awhile and I was sitting at my computer writing a paper. My nose started to drip, landing on my key board with a big red splotch.
Sadly, this nosebleed ended with Jimmy and I breaking up that night. Oddly enough, about two months later I got a nosebleed while I was sleeping and the next weekend Jimmy and I got back together.
2008: Dallas, Post all schooling
Age: 24
Today, in my car on the way home. And then AGAIN on the way home from dinner.
I've gotten two nosebleeds in one day. TWO. I'm double damned. Or maybe I'm double negatived? I hope the latter of the two. I don't know that getting in trouble with my mom and dad is so scary anymore... they cant ban me from TV anymore. Ha!
So what is the equivalent for an "adult" to being in trouble with your parents? Am in for double that, or am I in for something awesome?
Beware of the curse of the nosebleed.
5/4/08
work
Okay- so I've been a terrible blogger since I started this blog oh so long ago... I've decided that I'm going to be better. I'm going to blog about my life more often, about my job, about my thoughts and plans.
I really wish I were keeping better track of my life. I want to be able to look back and remember how I felt, what I thought about things, myself, politics, work, family, Jimmy... life only happens once and my memory isn't as good as I'd like. The things I remember are garbled and half dream so often that I really don't want to leave all my recollections with my brain. Instead I'd like them written somewhere that can never be lost and it seems like the Internet is the only thing I know that can never forget.
So here goes a non-new years resolution. I will write more blogs. In fact- I will write twice a week or so and document my life better. I wont resolve to write about anything in particular- but I do resolve to write.
thus the following excerpt from my life:
I currently hate my co-worker and co-teacher, lets call her C. She is an idiot. She is the kind of person who makes us all stupider by procreating. She is terrible at her job. She is one of those people that complains about everything, is a tedious one-upper and gives everyone terrible and unsolicited advice.
She is the root of the problem in America. I don't know how she has made it this far in life without being hit by a bus or driving off the edge of something steep. Sadly I feel bad for her. It's a horrible catch 22 where one minute I'm determined to get her fired and crushed like a bug and the next I feel like I'd only be upset if I did so- since she is seriously pathetic.
She refuses to change diapers, watch the playground, teach lessons, clean the classroom, do paperwork, play with the kids...
Her favorite and ONLY activities include plating lunch and telling parents how to raise their children. It's infuriating.
The parents hate her. Quita (my awesomely named hard-working co-worker) hates her. The other teachers hate her. The kids cry and when she (rarely) tries to comfort them, they scream even louder making me think that they hate her too. I see her do ridiculous things and I'm torn as to whether or not she's seriously deranged or seriously insipid.
My dilemma is that she is a mother of a six year old, she's under weight by about fifty pounds and she's poor enough that she cant driver her car to and from work.
I'd hate to get her fired, but 13 seventeen month-olds in one room, pushing and biting and yelling is too much chaos for one person to handle. I need a co-teacher that is mentally and physically there everyday. I'm tired of the kids hurting one another and not getting through the whole lesson plan because they are too out of control.
I've asked the administration to talk to her (and they have, twice) and there has been no change...
Friday she got on my very last nerve and also put my class in danger.
See, in my classroom there are very low kids tables for lunch etc. and the kids sometimes try to climb on top of them. They are incorrigible. You say, "No" and they just smile at you while they continue to do it. They laugh and it's hard to be mad... anyway- I was doing the 10:30 diaper change and the kids were all climbing on the table. It was "C's" job to be watching them and occupying them with reading time on the carpet.
Instead she was holding her favorite kid and playing only with them while the other 12 kids just ran wild.
Now, generally when my hands arent full of diaper- I take the class and do an activity, art, music, blocks, colors... whatever and keep them ALL occupied instead of just one or two of them interested I keep them all involved (and out of trouble).
(I also do all the cleaning...)
Instead, C ignored them all climbing on the table and started just yelling at them. Then when they kept climbing up there and laughing she didn't distract them with a game, or a book or toys- she started screaming at them.
Then she lost her cool and took two of the kids on the table and tipped them head down off the table so their faces were inches from the ground and hung them there. They, of course started crying and trying to get free- and she said this:
"See, that's what you get when you disobey Ms.C." Then she turned her back and left them hanging off the edge of the table.
I told my boss I needed to speak with her and she brushed me off until Monday when I'm not sure what to say besides, you need to review the tape of our classroom at 10:34am from Friday. (There is a video feed from the room for the parents to watch their kids "grow" while they are at work)
And see what she does from there.
I'm still torn- but the latter side is so much heavier. She doesn't need to be working with kids. She needs to be working with groceries.
I'm surprised that I'm so angry still, just writing this. It's silly, but serious, and confusing and not...
I don't know. Do you?
ps.
I really wish I were keeping better track of my life. I want to be able to look back and remember how I felt, what I thought about things, myself, politics, work, family, Jimmy... life only happens once and my memory isn't as good as I'd like. The things I remember are garbled and half dream so often that I really don't want to leave all my recollections with my brain. Instead I'd like them written somewhere that can never be lost and it seems like the Internet is the only thing I know that can never forget.
So here goes a non-new years resolution. I will write more blogs. In fact- I will write twice a week or so and document my life better. I wont resolve to write about anything in particular- but I do resolve to write.
thus the following excerpt from my life:
I currently hate my co-worker and co-teacher, lets call her C. She is an idiot. She is the kind of person who makes us all stupider by procreating. She is terrible at her job. She is one of those people that complains about everything, is a tedious one-upper and gives everyone terrible and unsolicited advice.
She is the root of the problem in America. I don't know how she has made it this far in life without being hit by a bus or driving off the edge of something steep. Sadly I feel bad for her. It's a horrible catch 22 where one minute I'm determined to get her fired and crushed like a bug and the next I feel like I'd only be upset if I did so- since she is seriously pathetic.
She refuses to change diapers, watch the playground, teach lessons, clean the classroom, do paperwork, play with the kids...
Her favorite and ONLY activities include plating lunch and telling parents how to raise their children. It's infuriating.
The parents hate her. Quita (my awesomely named hard-working co-worker) hates her. The other teachers hate her. The kids cry and when she (rarely) tries to comfort them, they scream even louder making me think that they hate her too. I see her do ridiculous things and I'm torn as to whether or not she's seriously deranged or seriously insipid.
My dilemma is that she is a mother of a six year old, she's under weight by about fifty pounds and she's poor enough that she cant driver her car to and from work.
I'd hate to get her fired, but 13 seventeen month-olds in one room, pushing and biting and yelling is too much chaos for one person to handle. I need a co-teacher that is mentally and physically there everyday. I'm tired of the kids hurting one another and not getting through the whole lesson plan because they are too out of control.
I've asked the administration to talk to her (and they have, twice) and there has been no change...
Friday she got on my very last nerve and also put my class in danger.
See, in my classroom there are very low kids tables for lunch etc. and the kids sometimes try to climb on top of them. They are incorrigible. You say, "No" and they just smile at you while they continue to do it. They laugh and it's hard to be mad... anyway- I was doing the 10:30 diaper change and the kids were all climbing on the table. It was "C's" job to be watching them and occupying them with reading time on the carpet.
Instead she was holding her favorite kid and playing only with them while the other 12 kids just ran wild.
Now, generally when my hands arent full of diaper- I take the class and do an activity, art, music, blocks, colors... whatever and keep them ALL occupied instead of just one or two of them interested I keep them all involved (and out of trouble).
(I also do all the cleaning...)
Instead, C ignored them all climbing on the table and started just yelling at them. Then when they kept climbing up there and laughing she didn't distract them with a game, or a book or toys- she started screaming at them.
Then she lost her cool and took two of the kids on the table and tipped them head down off the table so their faces were inches from the ground and hung them there. They, of course started crying and trying to get free- and she said this:
"See, that's what you get when you disobey Ms.C." Then she turned her back and left them hanging off the edge of the table.
I told my boss I needed to speak with her and she brushed me off until Monday when I'm not sure what to say besides, you need to review the tape of our classroom at 10:34am from Friday. (There is a video feed from the room for the parents to watch their kids "grow" while they are at work)
And see what she does from there.
I'm still torn- but the latter side is so much heavier. She doesn't need to be working with kids. She needs to be working with groceries.
I'm surprised that I'm so angry still, just writing this. It's silly, but serious, and confusing and not...
I don't know. Do you?
ps.
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