My continuing adventures as a paraeducator in the suburban school system. What the hell I witness going in the schools today.
A continuation of my thread/blog Adventures In Sub-teaching. What I see & experience in the classrooms, hallways & meeting rooms of a junior high school.
This is our future and your tax dollars at work...
= Keeping it brief: fellas, y'all left me choice but write you up. On the last day of the cycle. Oh well, you know I gave you guys many chances and it's not personal. Check y'all later.
= To the staff handling the admissions to the Talent Show: Hunh? I came to help out tonight and you just sit there with several hundred dollar bills out on the table? That is not safe. I wasn't trying to be a pest when I suggested you pack away the large donomination bills and conceal the rest. That's just safety & common sense.
I don't care this is the suburbs, what if some gang of young white girls did a snatch & grab seeing all that cash out and then how would you feel? At every event I've been to, white or Black, they keep the money in simple strongbox hidden from viewand there are too many bills they rotate and move the cash to safe location away. Y'all seriously made me nervous with the money all out in the open, even with 3 cops present.
Thinking about it, I believe it can come down to white vs. Black ideas of money & wealth. It may have been less than a 'G' altogether but that looks like big baller $$$ to I can help but not under those dangerous conditions, something terrible could have happened.
^^^ jeez, I need to check my grammar and dropped words when post, sorry. First line "y'all left me no choice...", 'denomination' I forgot the 'e'.
I left work yesterday morning and took my counselor out for breakfast. It was nice. Of course, we talked school shop the whole time. There are seriously some advantages to being admin. And there are seriously some disadvantages. My counselor even stated that having to do discipline ALL day and E'Rday must be awful. Well, shit. *sigh* I think I'm ready for a change. I love my students. I love my school. It's an honor to work at the same middle school that I attended. I'd love to go back into the classroom and teach. When we are in Nairobi in December, I will be looking.
HA HA HA!!! He lied to you, and he lied to me!! That student played us both. I'm glad I DID send his ass home, even though it wasn't a suspension. He came into my office crying because HE knew he was wrong. And when I got the truth, HE did more than cuss at the girl in class, HE was the instigator! I love my students. Always trying to play me.
= I want to thank the young brothers who were actually holding their boy back from fighting & not showing out for the crowd. When I stepped up they were trying to keep those two from getting back into the conflict started before I came up. I just kept dude back and led him to the office even though he was struggling to get back at the other guy. The other dude was smart 'cause I heard he didn't hit back after he got hit because the judge spoke on how students were getting arrested even if you hit back. Self-defense is defined only when you stop a strike, not striking back.
Well we'll see how this goes. I'm getting the rep as the guy who breaks up the conflicts, ha. I swear I ain't crusading and really I don't like getting this involved, in fact there is much I let pass. But there is a level of behavior and respect that I personally feel must be maintained and I will not deal with less from these students and I always give them respect from jump. Funny 'cause I told this one girl today to throw out her trash and she kept acting like she wasn't going to do it. When she finally did, she says "I hate you!" and throws the trash out. I was like whatever. I realize that some students don't like me but I seriously don't give a damn. I'm respected students and staff that I give respect to unconditionally. The rest that don't appreciate it's all good. But the moment you disrespect the rules or me, we have a problem that will be adressed immediately.
= Learning to not sweat the small stuff. The sloppy folks at the tables next to my students are being slightly neater and I've resolved to not trip about it. I was walking around thinking of ways to force of bribe them into being cleaner. But I think they're doing it on their own. Cool because turning this into some battle would've been pyrric and fruitless.
SEVEN bit the dust this week!! I was a suspending fool. Damn. Two fights after school. One big ass punch in the face. Two little 7th graders droppin back packs. Students running to the community center to catch two girls fighting. Idiots yellin, "Catch my fade." Shut the fuck up!!!! This week is the week I thought about my life and the career decisions that I've made. Every time our children physically and emotionally hurt each other, I feel it, too. I can't stand too much more of this.
My sista principal gave me a hug today. "I love you, (insert my gov'ment name)", she said. Yeah, right. I'm doing ALL the damn discipline. Don't hug me. I didn't mean to be less loving than my usual self. But, sis, I just wasn't feeling it. Send me a card. Better than that - the next time you go out and hit up Chipotle (during school time), get a sista a burrito!!! With chicken. Damn.
= I was out of it today and folks knew it, at least the adults did. Thankfully nobody asked me how I felt 'cause they weren't gonna get jack out of me. And if they did they might not want to hear that I'm freakin' tired of this whole circus and want leave it for good. I have other shit going on in my life weighing on me and the bull in this environment ain't making me any more enthusiastic.
= Yeah I'm Oscar the Grouch today but even when I'm feeling good, I'm not really game for all your oversentimental overtures you involve the class in. I dig our teacher but not that much. There are a few things in her class conduct she can straighten up. Ya'll can make a bunch of cards expressing how much y'all 'love' her; I like her and appreciate her work, that's it. She can get a bit familiar with the students and says some stuff within earshot I'm sure some of the parents would find 'interesting'...
= Damn y'all just fell right into the female stereotype. I know y'all like this sub and she goes way back with our staff. But you don't completely divert from the class program to yak it up and gossip. At least not until the class gets to work and do it in a corner where they can't hear. The other assistant next to me was like "they just forgot about class, didn't they?" I just shrugged my shoulders. As the solo male, I ain't getting caught into no clique war. And folks wonder why I do lunch away in my car.
= I had to be Mr. Cool Guy and shake that student's hand when I should have noticed he was sick. Immediately afterwards I felt my system activating to fight the invading virus he passed along. I'm about 95% sure these sniffling symtoms of a cold I caught from him. I should have just gave him a thumbs up like I normally do. It's all my fault, oh well...
= As self-absorbed as I've been today, I got a clear sign to shut up and appreciate what I've got. One student announced for New & Good that he was happy because his grandmother was getting full custody of him. I along with the rest of the class were glad for him. Yeah my shit ain't that crucial in comparison. I do wish shit was different, this stage right now ain't fun & I've got to handle it.
= I love all y'all for different & similar reasons. But you really need to chill with the nicknames and s-p-e-l-l-i-n-g words you don't want the students to hear in front of them; some of them are picking it up. I know you guys wonder why I don't join in and it's because that stuff is a bit too trash-talk/gossipy for me and those nicknames have a great possiblity of coming out at the wrong time. When y'all start going there, that's when books start coming out. I don't think I'm better than y'all at all, but I am better than that behavior. It is what it is.
= Finally gave in and bribed those students into keeping their lunch table clean with the promise of snacks. They were both good about doing it so it's cool and were gracious upon recieving their snacks.
= You're becoming an annoyance. Keep it up and I'll let you suffer the consequences of your actions without me as a buffer next time.
Bribed 'em, eh? Works way too often!!! One time I bribed the students at a breakfast table with donuts. Damn, they kept that table clean for a loooong time. And I kept the sugar coming, too.
Oh we gonna run this place like Harry-O and the Godmother in Cocaine Cowboys. Call me Freeway Daddy Ross, the Snack-dealer. Keeping our young generation strung out with my sugar snackhouse, New Snack City.
*in my best Curtis Mayfield voice* I'm yo mama. I'm yo daddy. I'm that nigga in the alley.