Day One:
Empty mailboxes. No acknowledgement during the morning announcements or day-closing announcements. I sarcastically wish a "Happy Teacher's Appreciation Week" to some colleagues in the building throughout the day. The response? "Oh, is that this week?" Welcome to Happy Land.
Oh wait, we did get an e-mail from administration. Another faculty meeting. Next week. Regarding state Biology testing. It is the same damn meeting we have to sit through every year and despite what we are told, no if you do not teach it, you do not have to hear it more than once. My schedule is not disrupted in any way. I know the drill. I don't need to hear the procedures year after year. I would prefer to be in my room, printing digital projects for the art show. I could be cutting mattes for the pics. I could be making labels. But no, I will be sitting in a dirty tan auditorium chair for 45 minutes trying not to fall asleep.
At least I do not feel I am behind the 8 ball with the art show. I have been cutting mattes and taping pics in all year. (Hello carpal tunnel) I have a box filled with work. I am at the point now where I am just printing digital work - no more analog for the year - and matting as they come. Now on to the labels. I typed and printed the names - yeah, everyone gets at least one piece in if they are in my class. I have a few kids who refuse to do the current project - apparently digitally animating a still photo is too much to ask in May - so they will be cutting names and gluing into labels. At least they get the rubber cement experience. Because that is the only thing bringing a smile to our faces this week....
What will we get today? My first gift at 6.00am was a pink slip for a one of the regulars in period one. Yes sir, I will send her out of my class again so she misses work to meet with you, again over the same issues, again. Day after day after day.... But by all means, connect my evals to student performance.
Forget June 19. Graduation is too far. I live for 3.05 each and every day.
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