I’m still not remotely in the mood/physical condition to write a post today– moving from bed to couch is about as exciting as I’ve gotten– and I remembered this post from Mad as a March Hare, which I threatened to reblog quite a while ago. Considering the post I put up when I got home yesterday, rereading this a few times is probably good for me. Check it out:
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I am sending this thank-you from the Atlantic Ocean somewhere between Cozumel and Ft. Lauderdale (it’s a dirty job, but someone’s got to do this crise thing) where the internet charges me $1.25 per minute. Thanks for sharing my thoughts. I hope you feel better soon. Dana
I quit going to the faculty room my first day at work when I heard, during my 14 min lunch break, “Oh, are we on the second generation of them already? Isn’t the first generation all in jail?” I quit teaching high school when I realized I couldn’t believe anything the students said anymore. But even from the beginning, I knew I didn’t want to be the guy in the room next to mine who sat at his desk all day and read them vocabulary words. “Acrophobia. A.C.R.O.P.H.O.B.I.A. Acrophobia means fear of spiders.” (OMG YES. THAT STILL MAKES ME WANT TO SHRIEK.)
Makes you shriek because they’re not teaching the students anything they can’t get from a dictionary or makes you shriek because they’re teaching the students something that isn’t correct?
All of it. That plus: my lowest level classes were not allowed to use the library or go on field trips (11th graders, mind you)–those were privileges for the “standard” and “honors” classes. For all of them, the only books I could get were ones no one else was using –new teacher problem– some of which had not been used since the 70s, all of which smelled awful. Still, it was better than the last place I taught which had NO books, photocopies only, BUT A LIGHTED FOOTBALL STADIUM, YES! Priorities, doncha know.
Haha. Thank goodness my school isn’t like that. I’m absolutely convinced that my chemistry teacher ‘borrowed’ the PE budget to pay for the equipment in our science lab.
Why is using the library a privilege? That’s so…counterintuitive. If I were a school administrator, I’d give the lowest level classes priority access to the library because they need it the most.
so true. in parenting as well. must remember this when dealing with my three year old. thanks.
Thanks for the reblog, that was brilliant.