You can't know the joy of working in the best damn school district in the world. Only those who endured The Faculty Meeting That Did Not End can know. There we sat, the 250 or so teachers in the district, in the high school auditorium. All anyone wanted to do was get out of there and get to their classrooms, start setting up gradebooks and bulletin boards, but no, first they had to call in the high school band to play a few numbers, and then other performing groups from around the district, and then the superintendent of schools spoke. A nice man, personally. Professionally ...
He told us how good we were. Then, in case we hadn't caught on, he told us again. Then he told us with a very shoddy PowerPoint presentation. What is it with PowerPoint that every schmuck with an ounce of authority thinks he can make a kick-ass presentation just because he has a computer and can more or less type? Do they have eyes? Can they see what this crap looks like? And why or why do they always feel the need to read us every slide, word for word?
When the PowerPoint was done, he told us one last time that we are the best anywhere. I sense that he has not much been around. I mean, yeah, we're fine. We're teachers, we do our job. We could do our job more effectively if we didn't exist in an amorphous administrative world where idiots make the decisions and no one knows what's going on. As of today, we don't know the login names for all the library computers, and the business/web design teacher doesn't know hers, either. They changed them over the summer, but we haven't been told what they are.
This is not exactly "best." Or even good.
And so I say, not for the last time, whatever. As in What.Ever. I go there, I do my job, I care about the kids. Case closed.
And people wonder why teachers burn out. Not that I am, not at all. But it's the first day of school and I feel like I'm putting out fires already. Maybe when the kids come tomorrow things will fall into perspective.
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I'm watching The Simpsons
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