Saturday, May 02, 2009

smudged glasses.

My glasses are dirty as all get-out. Clean them, Amy? No, you.

I've been seriously thinking about what else I would like to do with my life. Not because I don't love the kids... I do, very much. I just don't know if the high-stakes testing, putting up with certain people, being stressed over 8 and 9 year olds not knowing something I've taught them stuff is for me. I want to do something that, even if it involves stress, which most professions do, it's not THAT kind of stress... state testing has nothing to do with the kids and everything to do with the teacher. What did you teach them? How well did you teach them? How well did you force them to learn it? What did you give up teaching to pound this mumbo-jumbo in their heads? Who cares that so-and-so hasn't eaten since lunch at school yesterday, or that so-and-so's father is using his mother's face as a punching bag at night, or that so-and-so's brother is in jail for gang activities, or that so-and-so was removed from their house last night because someone turned them in to DHS.... or that their schoolmate was shot while sleeping in his mother's boyfriend's living room THE WEEK BEFORE testing. Who cares about those things? It's about the TEST SCORES, baby! DRILL THEM!

I hate that.

It makes me do and say stupid things.

So...what do you suggest I try? I would still love to work with kids. Babysitting is sounding more and more appealing, even.
What did we put on our "summer wish list" for our janitor?
To give us the winning lottery numbers. I hope we get it! :)

1 comment:

Coach K said...