Rant version 2.1.
2005-01-12 at 8:46 p.m.
It'd be so sweet and awesome to think that teaching was all about loving and caring about young teenagers. It'd be awesome--even though often young teenagers are little shits (and I mean that in the sweetest and most awesome way possible, seriously, I do).But here's my conversation with a learning specialist this morning:
Her: "Did you get my email?"
Me: "Um..."
Her: "Because you missed a meeting."
Me: "Oh, yeah, I'm really sorry about that, but some student issues came up."
Her: "PixieStudent's mom was there and she was mad because no teachers showed."
Me: "Well, I have 1st period prep, so finding out about meetings that start as soon as school lets out is nearly impossible."
Her: "Well you have no choice. You have to go."
Me: "I sure try."
Her: "You failed."
Uh, hello? If all of her teachers failed to go, and I'm the newest teacher in the bunch (hi, welcome to the end of my fourth week of teaching?), maybe the other four teachers are the owners of the asses which you should crawl up? Seriously, this is the same learning specialist I hunted down in my second week of teaching to ask if everything was okay with TeddyBear, a personal underperforming favorite of mine, and one of the IEP cases of hers. She had no idea, and I had to inform her, that I knew it was the eighth anniversary of his mother's death and that his father was in the hospital AND he'd just broken up with his girlfriend. And she has the freaking gall to climb up my ass about failing? Oh, and this was after the same meeting where I'd chased her down to find out about ANOTHER student of mine who has a really hard time with math and is failing and needs to pass this class to graduate with a standard diploma (call him the worried face boy) and she had no fucking idea of the difficulty he was having transitioning teachers? And she has the fucking temerity to even sniff 'round my assal region? Fuck right the fuck off.
Today I stayed after school to run the Math Lab (not the meth lab--much less addictive and explosive, really, all things considered) from 3 to 5, sacrificing all hope of catching up on my grading before 11 p.m. tonight, I tutored three students before 8 this morning, and I've got four more students coming in tomorrow morning. I don't mind kids coming in before school--I get off on that, actually, because it shows they have motivation--but I need some time, some chance. And having someone coming after me as if I wasn't giving enough? Or I was off taking tea instead of, I dunno, teaching?
Kiss my slightly-less flabby white ass, lady. Pucker up and smooch it.
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