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October 14, 2004
Teenage Humpathon
Teaching has been okay this week. I had a formal observation by the PDYEAP (Pathetically Dumb Yet Egotistical Assistant Principal) which I wasn't really wanting to do. He's the cat's meow of stupid, I swear. I'm doing really well this year, so I wasn't terribly worried. However, he was one of the people that tried to get me fired last year. I wasn't doing anything wrong, he just didn't like the fact that I don't tolerate well-paid idiots.
He was so ecstatic about the lesson that he left the room during the lesson in order to bring in another teacher. He then interrupts my lesson to tell this to the whole class. 'Children, I can tell that you do great work for Mr. Glenn, and I know that all of you are not behaving in Mr. B's classes. I brought in Mr. B to prove to him that he just doesn't have control over you but that other teachers can.'
The man really is an idiot, and EVERY teacher hates him. Mr. B is probably going to kill him.
Today was also really busy, as I also had to do the post-observation with the idiot, two meetings with parents, a round of phone calls to parents, and a coverage lesson with a seventh grade class. Sixth period I had the coverage class, and I had to leave my classroom in a hurry. Two of my trustworthy students were lingering, so I left them with the order to close the door behind them. I wreak havoc on the 7th graders during the coverage, and the next teacher was about four minutes late. This means my eighth graders are milling about upstairs, and I hate not having them calm in the afternoon. I race up the stairs, only to see my other assistant principal pounding on the front of my locked door. She's screaming and pounding, ordering them to let her into the classroom.
Not a good moment for any teacher. Visions of worst case scenarios flashed across my brain, most involving horny or murderous teenagers. The windows are covered up, noises are coming out, I unlock the door.
Forty kids all screamed happy birthday to me in unison. They even had cake. Not very good cake, but it still tasted quite good. The party descended into an adolescent humpathon, but that is to be expected at a junior high.
Every day is more like a Jesus life. Crucifixion at 33, resurrection at 34. News at 11.
Posted by G at October 14, 2004 07:27 PM
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Comments
Mr. Birthwright? I think he used to be one of my neighbors...
Seriously, it's great that you're being recognized. Teaching can be such a thankless job sometimes.
Peter
Posted by: Peter at October 16, 2004 12:10 AM
happy birthday g-
hope you have a wonderful day. i'll call you later.
b-
Posted by: brian at October 16, 2004 11:00 AM
What a surprise from your class! I wonder if the AVP was in on it....
Posted by: Greg at October 16, 2004 12:29 PM
Birthwright.
Of course, you made that up. Oh God.
Posted by: MzOuiser at October 17, 2004 04:36 PM
You've got a much better fashion sense than Jesus ever did.
Posted by: palochi at October 17, 2004 06:03 PM