Academy meetings and other things I wish hadn’t professionally developed
Ah, professional development. Nothing at my school is more of a joke than the hour teachers spend after school talking about “important” educational issues. A few days ago, the hot topic was, drumroll please, bulletin boards. Clearly, scalloped borders are more fun to talk about than that pesky problem of school violence that we have. Forget trying to get students to pass - let’s talk about pastel papers!
The next victim, err new guy
The students at I.S. 666 were relatively quiet on our first day back from the holidays. Of course, they’d still make anyone accustomed to sweet suburban kids crap their pants, but I don’t think there were any fights or freakouts. Tomorrow, however, is another day.
She doesn’t frequent the Ding-Dong
Kathy (the seventy-something woman who is the primary renter of my apartment): There’s this other bar around here called the Ding-Dong Bar.
Thanksgiving night
By the the time my boots were clicking along the sidewalk again, the delicate piles of snow had melted from the cars parked along the street. The doorman of the building I can’t afford to live in swept fallen leaves from the building’s entrance to the curb. They crunched defiantly. “I’m sorry,” he said when I passed. I don’t know why - perhaps he realizes that I wish I could afford to have him ring up my guests and accept my packages. “But happy Thanksgiving!”
It’s even funnier when they try to teach me the elaborate handshakes
Student: Ms. [my last name] looks all pimped out today.
Me: What do you mean by that?
Student: You all pimped out with those boots and that bling bling (pointing to my shirt).
Career day crackhos and other reasons the school counselor drinks heavily
People representing all sorts of media careers descended upon I.S. 666 last Thursday. It was supposed to inspire the kids to follow their dreams, make students realize that doing well in school is important, and help companies get rid of lots of extra promotional caps and keychains. Well, one out of three ain’t bad.
Mixed-up files
This is my 200th entry - someone get me a cupcake.
I slept late today, as Sundays are typically the only day each week that I don’t have to go to I.S. 666 early in the morning. This upcoming week should be great, though. Three days of school and a four day vacation. Yay. I intend to spend the holiday thinking about a graduate program to which I might be applying, reading muchos libros de la biblioteca, and getting ready to do some Christmas shopping.
Dog tied
I felt the need for a picture.
