I, seriously, do not believe that I made it through the semester. I don't know what happened or how, but it seemed like every minute of every day was full of crap I had to do right then... and usually three other things that I really should do. Ok, I've got two kids in diapers now, so that makes things busy at home... but I only ate lunch four or five times in the last 18 weeks because I was too busy working through them! I'm pretty sure it has something do with our superintendent's belief that if teachers in Africa can teach 80 students using sticks and a dirt floor we can too.
Speaking of which, the budget cuts that have come down and are coming down have really produced some interesting changes the personalities of our staff. The guy who had no problems will not shut up about class sizes (granted, all of his classes are over 32 in room built for 25 AND most are really stinky freshmen), the lady that used to help out everyone is no longer seen anywhere (and forget about asking) and the old guard keeps muttering obsence words under his/her breath. In a district built upon the idea that everyone has their place and that's where you stay, it's a little disconcerning. It may soon turn to chaos! Cats and dogs living together!
Luckily, we have a new savior. Unlike a loving God who will forgive all sins, this messiah is all about the numbers. If we just follow the data interpretation of ourreligious leaders, we will be saved from insanity. (because termination would actually require a cause other that 'not a blind follower'). And, of course, remember that thou shalt put no other data before the DATA that is thy savior.
I probably shouldn't complain. At least I have a job.
Speaking of which, the budget cuts that have come down and are coming down have really produced some interesting changes the personalities of our staff. The guy who had no problems will not shut up about class sizes (granted, all of his classes are over 32 in room built for 25 AND most are really stinky freshmen), the lady that used to help out everyone is no longer seen anywhere (and forget about asking) and the old guard keeps muttering obsence words under his/her breath. In a district built upon the idea that everyone has their place and that's where you stay, it's a little disconcerning. It may soon turn to chaos! Cats and dogs living together!
Luckily, we have a new savior. Unlike a loving God who will forgive all sins, this messiah is all about the numbers. If we just follow the data interpretation of our
I probably shouldn't complain. At least I have a job.
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