Friday, May 09, 2008

More White Crazy

With which McCain is proud to be associated.



h/t QJ

Thursday, May 08, 2008

A Recurring Theme

So I get into work yesterday only to be told, surprise, that we're having staff evaluations. No problem.

The powers that be arrive in my classroom and I'm confident it'll be like every other review I've ever had. Positive and professional.

Started off okay.

Turns out I'm knowledgeable and passionate. Good work ethic. I bring in books, music, and art to supplement my lessons. Kids are excited about social studies and doing well.

Fantastic, right? Not so much.

Turns out I'm too hard on my students. Too assertive. Not empathetic or compassionate enough. I demand a certain self-discipline from kids. I'm too hard on their parents.

Really? Cause I remember talking a few parents off the ledge this year. Calming them down when they'd attacked my fellow teachers.

"Right, you did do that. I'm talking about other times."

Oh. I see.

That's not all. When I'm not mouthy, I'm too quiet. Especially in team meetings. Too standoffish. My personality is *different* from everyone else.

Have any parents complained?

No.

Have any students complained?

No.

Have you brought this to my attention earlier? Like, say, before review time?

No.

Am I brand new? Trying to get acclimated? Learning team dynamics as I go along?

Yes.

But I'm the only teacher who assigns homework during winter and spring breaks.

Do I have to get from pre-colonial to post-9/11 in nine months when I only see these kids every other day?

Yes.

But a kid drew a swastika on his neck and I yelled at him and told him to wash it off. And kids were surfing the web and I told them that wasn't allowed. Now, yes, they did surf porn sites and that's illegal and other teachers allowed it to happen, but I'm still too hard on the kids. I'm the toughest grader in the school. I don't take personality into account.

I need to ease up and go softer on them. They're at-risk after all.

Plus I need to be more outgoing with the team. Shouldn't be so quiet. Gives the wrong impression.

I tell them that I'm surprised. When Co-Worker #1 gave me Christian books to read, sent me anti-liberal emails, and took shots, daily, at my political and religious views, I always laughed.

I smiled through it all. Never once complained. Even when others came to me and told me *they* were offended on my behalf.

Apparently when I joke back, I'm too aggressive. When I ignore it, I'm a snob.

One of the reviewers said it's an "east coast v. western thing, Catherine. You're just different."

You don't say?

I'm different everywhere I go. My friend Jeff put it best: "A liberal Jewish vegetarian with twin sons? You are an actuarial nightmare."

Everywhere I've ever worked, people have appreciated those differences. We shouldn't all be the same. We shouldn't all be buddies with our students. Someone should be a grown-up.

I'm not complaining. Not really. I'm thanking them. Because my ultimate decision is now so much easier to make.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

I'll Be the First to Admit that I'm A Mess Right Now

But I doubt I'm the only one who could benefit from such a wonderful story.

So here:



Enjoy.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Reply to My Texts - Ongoing


I received this late one Saturday evening from someone in Pennsylvania:

"Do u ever cry when u r alone?"

I fought the urge to text back:

"I'm a wife and mother. I run around in my skivvies and dance to Rick James when I'm alone. I cry the rest of the time."

Seriously, how would you respond?

a) I would cry, but I'm too busy using the bathroom without interruption.
b) I gotta remove my cell phone number from Facebook.
c) ?

I'll totally send your response if it's better than mine.

Monday, May 05, 2008

More Good News

Read this article about a child in my neck of the woods.

Yet another child victimized because he's different.

Then tell me a small town's values aren't reflected in its playgrounds, schools, businesses, laws, and neighborhoods.

And people.

Then tell me that this kind of experience will make him stronger. That it's good for him.

Then pick up your kids from their private school, drive behind the gate, go inside, lock the door, set the alarm...

and suck it.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

If More Conservatives and Republicans Were Like George Will

If more of you focused on real issues and real concerns, then no matter how much we disagreed, at least I could *respect* you.

But instead, most of you all look and sound like this...



and therefore deserve no respect. Of any kind.

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Can You Tell The Difference Between Bush and McCain?


Give it a shot and find out which is worse.

Friday, May 02, 2008

"They're too busy laughing at me to write it."

Today our children came home and announced that Larry* had been suspended for hurting a female student.

I know. Color me surprised.

Meanwhile, I've been looking for a suitable educational replacement for them. One such private school said they'd need to see the boys' records. So I went into their current school's office and looked through their records. Nothin' but good news.

"What else you need?" I asked.

"Letters of recommendation."

"No problem. From whom?"

"Their teachers."

I know. Awkward.

I sent an email on Monday to their teachers asking for such letters by today. Today came and went. Nothing. So I sent the principal an email asking for the letters, you know, sometime this month.

He writes back saying they'll write the letters when "they receive a format or an outline to respond to" as this is "very unusual".

I know. What a maroon.

Husband wrote back-

Here’s the outline:

To Whom It May Concern:

Youngest Robinson was in my class at Mouthbreathers Elementary. Despite the fact I had no classroom management skills, he still managed to survive. It’s amazing to me that even though targeted, he didn’t react poorly until the assbags he dealt with daily (myself included) had pushed him too far. Seriously, he has the patience of Job.

I would confidently recommend Youngest to any private school. You guys cool he’s a Jew?

Suck me thusly,
Miss Blah Blah


But he only sent it to me.

I know. Damn.

Chapter 6


Six chapters down.

About thirty to go.

Thanks for hanging in there. And enjoy.