The Four Students of the Apocalypse
My students are HORRIBLE. I cannot even begin to emphasize this enough. It is to the point now, where I am beginning to question the entire career of teaching. Something I never thought I would do.
One is incredibly volatile, and just a few weeks ago assaulted 7 students, all older, in a matter of minutes. One child had a broken nose.
Another student sleeps all day. When I make him work, or take away his recess to catch up on what he slept through, he starts tearing apart the room.
A third student defecates and urinates in demand. He gets mad at me, I get a stink bomb in my class. He is also a compulsive liar, but the lies are so ridiculous that they are funny.
My final student is a cry-baby made worse by a mom, whom I swear has undiagnosed Munchausen syndrome.
For as bad as any of my students may be, the parents are even worse.
The parents of the violent student got an advocate and threaten to sue us constantly because we called juvenile after the playground assault.
My sleeping slug's parents give in to his every whim and spoil him rotten. He can't work for me, because he has never had to work a day in his life.
My super-pooper has parents that neglect him.
My fourth kid, no need to explain.
The cooperative where I work has been so kind as to leave me hanging in a meeting with one of these parents, who truly is mentally unstable. This is not hyperbole. I was alternately yelled at and praised for an hour. The two people who warned me about this parent's instability and promised they would back me up, never showed. They also never called the parent back when she tried to contact them after the meeting. She, of course, said she was going to take me to court over this.
Often I am promised classroom visits, assistance with completing paperwork, and various other things. They never show up when they tell me they will. Usually they drop in when I am in the middle of teaching a class and expecting me to drop what I am doing to then do whatever scheduled activity they missed initially. I have a director I have never met. She never attends meetings for the Cooperative that she is supposed to oversee. She somehow ends up sick on those days. I have no faith with anyone affiliated with this coop who isn't a paraprofessional or a teacher.
Many teachers and lay people tell me how lucky I am to only have 4 students in my classroom.
I am lucky because my principals are phenomenal and support me through every struggle and challenge--and there is at least one per day.
They seem to really like me and sing my praises often. I wish I was a part of the district and not the Co-op.
The promising news is that the superintendent of the district I work in is going to the superintendent of a much closer school. (My 100 mile a day commute only and lemon to the wounds that is this job!) He is a very well-respected super, who took a district with low test score and no budget and made it a gold-star district with a strong budget.
Did I mention my principals adore me?
The head principal is on the short list of contenders to take over my district. He is considered one of the best in the field.
I am hoping a letter of recommendation crossing the desk of the super taking over in the near-by-district signed by gentlemen he knows and thinks highly of could really be a benefit to me.
Just looking for a silver lining.
I hate my job.
One is incredibly volatile, and just a few weeks ago assaulted 7 students, all older, in a matter of minutes. One child had a broken nose.
Another student sleeps all day. When I make him work, or take away his recess to catch up on what he slept through, he starts tearing apart the room.
A third student defecates and urinates in demand. He gets mad at me, I get a stink bomb in my class. He is also a compulsive liar, but the lies are so ridiculous that they are funny.
My final student is a cry-baby made worse by a mom, whom I swear has undiagnosed Munchausen syndrome.
For as bad as any of my students may be, the parents are even worse.
The parents of the violent student got an advocate and threaten to sue us constantly because we called juvenile after the playground assault.
My sleeping slug's parents give in to his every whim and spoil him rotten. He can't work for me, because he has never had to work a day in his life.
My super-pooper has parents that neglect him.
My fourth kid, no need to explain.
The cooperative where I work has been so kind as to leave me hanging in a meeting with one of these parents, who truly is mentally unstable. This is not hyperbole. I was alternately yelled at and praised for an hour. The two people who warned me about this parent's instability and promised they would back me up, never showed. They also never called the parent back when she tried to contact them after the meeting. She, of course, said she was going to take me to court over this.
Often I am promised classroom visits, assistance with completing paperwork, and various other things. They never show up when they tell me they will. Usually they drop in when I am in the middle of teaching a class and expecting me to drop what I am doing to then do whatever scheduled activity they missed initially. I have a director I have never met. She never attends meetings for the Cooperative that she is supposed to oversee. She somehow ends up sick on those days. I have no faith with anyone affiliated with this coop who isn't a paraprofessional or a teacher.
Many teachers and lay people tell me how lucky I am to only have 4 students in my classroom.
I am lucky because my principals are phenomenal and support me through every struggle and challenge--and there is at least one per day.
They seem to really like me and sing my praises often. I wish I was a part of the district and not the Co-op.
The promising news is that the superintendent of the district I work in is going to the superintendent of a much closer school. (My 100 mile a day commute only and lemon to the wounds that is this job!) He is a very well-respected super, who took a district with low test score and no budget and made it a gold-star district with a strong budget.
Did I mention my principals adore me?
The head principal is on the short list of contenders to take over my district. He is considered one of the best in the field.
I am hoping a letter of recommendation crossing the desk of the super taking over in the near-by-district signed by gentlemen he knows and thinks highly of could really be a benefit to me.
Just looking for a silver lining.
I hate my job.
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