Hello, beautiful people. Interesting week, as most are.
I have had my literacy skills increased by having my senior students explain to me what the phrase “See You Next Tuesday” really means. In case you were as slow as I : C U Next Tuesday. I probably could have died not knowing that but there you go. Something learned, something shared. Still doesn’t make it right.
I got some exercise bounding out of the Library and into the central court of the school to stop three students duelling with large tree branches. They thought I was quite the meanest teacher in the world by halting their jousting, but I once I my breathing was normal again, I got my big jollies by sending them to detention for unsafe behaviour.
Then I practiced patience during the after school professional development as a colleague attached himself to me and followed me from room to room, sitting beside me in each workshop, even when I bounded to the furtherest corner of the room, and then complaining about everything. Being an arrogant piece – him, not be, never me, he naturally disagreed with everything to the point where I was prepared to ask him when he was returning to heaven to take back the throne.
Today, I explained safe sex to a young, canoodling couple that Minerva spied under the broken branch tree at lunch time. We were afraid procreation was about to take place, so out I bound again, yodelling across the school yard while wondering where the teacher who should be on playground duty has been hiding this week, to explain the “sunlight between you rule”. I threatened them in dire terms and sent them on their way to class. Maybe I would have had more luck asking them to name their first child after me.
Minerva is quite the comedienne this week. Cataloguing some new books she asked if I wanted them in the teacher’s collection or on the floor ( her term for the general student collection. I replied “On the floor”. Yes, she threw them on the carpeted floor, hooting with laughter at her own funny. Sigh. She is a great library aide…
A colleague, new to this school, but someone with whom I had taught with at Fanny and Maude’s School for Fine Young Ladies, was in my office with tears in his eyes this afternoon. He is so unhappy with his move to our school that he is ill with stress. Of course, he has to find another position before he can leave, and teachers don’t move much during the year, so he will have to hang on until the end of this year when the offers go around again. Doesn’t help that he is obviously gay, and we are a lower socio economic school in a very working class area. Even some of the parents have uttered homophobic comments as he passed by them! Administration is very supportive though. Some days I wish I was like the people in those television shows who keep a bottle of scotch in their desk drawer. I think he might have needed one. I know I did, as I felt so helpless being able to offer nothing but a shoulder to cry on.
Tomorrow is the joy of Year 8 immunisations, where I get to experience the reality of “revenge is sweet.” Enjoy your day too.