Lunch Productivity

Today was a good day of teaching, everything went as expected. Unfortunately today's weekly lunch meeting also went as expected, drawn out and pointless. It started with Ms. White complaining about discipline and a student who is in in-school suspension. Her rant lasted at least ten minutes and wasn't relevant to the other teachers in any way. After that the meeting got what can only be described as "productiver." I tried to put my input in, however, none of them actually listened to what I was saying. Instead they jumped at the chance to lecture me on how to be a better teacher while I sat there hoping the room would catch on fire. The bad news is the room didn't catch on fire, and I had to hear them go on and on. The good news is when I told them they missed my point completely, I got to see the dumb looks on their faces. I couldn't help but peer over at Coach Mustard's notes; he is actually taking notes of how pointless this meetings is. Can I get a copy of that?

Credit Card Fraud for Dummies

It's Monday and I'm back in the office. It's my conference period, but there are some students from Ms. White's class in my room working on a project. Now I don't care that they're talking about videos games and XBOX, but I couldn't help overhear a child announce that he was charging Microsoft points on his parent's credit card without them knowing. I think I was most upset at the fact that the kid was so stupid to announce it for me to hear. I immediately snapped at him, asking him how many Microsoft points it would take for him to pull his head out... I didn't finish this thought out loud, but he got the idea. Anyways I made it clear that he should respect his parents, and now I guess I gotta tell his parents that their dumb kid isn't just a dumb kid, but a lousy criminal too.

Block Party of a Time

Today was the First ever Block Party for the Homecoming game. I wasn't anything special; I would describe it as "Super Reccess," but it was sure better than teaching. All I had to do was stand around and make sure nobody gets murdered, piece of cake. I was talking with Ms. Taco and Ms. Tan as they traded stories of their crazy weekends in New Orleans. Could this be happening? Two people older than me, teachers at that, having crazier nights than me. Have I gone soft or has my opinion of a good time matured? This weekend's intinerary does include a gentleman's drink and some cigars of the Cuban persuasion, and I can't complain about that. I'll let the teachers have their fun, and I'll have mine.

Parent Conference Day

today is Parent Conference day. this means the kids stay at home, andthe parents come to meet with their child's first period teacher. Of course if you're an awesome teacher like myself, you don't have a first period, so you spend the day sitting around, drinking coffee, and hanging out. I couldn't help but notice how much I was enjoying not having to teach today. I should probably feel guilty; I mean, as a teacher, I feel I should want to teach. But no; not me.