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I wrote this entry last night, but it wouldn't post.
Today the kiddies and I went to Sudley Manor House today (note to Manassasanites, it's the "new" nursing home behing K-mart) and sang/read poetry for the residents. They seemed to enjoy it, especially the (basic) choreography on "This Land is Your Land/You're a Grand Old Flag". Then they gave us Tootsie Pops, even me! So I guess we were OK.
The 4th and 5th grade teachers all received a new e-mail from Conna Dude stating
that starting today, if our kids were bad in lunch, that our teachers' punishment would be that we'd have to eat lunch with them. Um, hello, I'd like to know what the kids have been doing exactly, how we are supposed to KNOW what they've done when we come to pick them up, and who is going to tell us if they've done something. I've been working on my psychic powers, but they're just not quite up to speed yet. Geezum. I can't believe she honestly sent us an email saying we'd be in "trouble" and have to "supervise" our classes at lunch if the problem continued. Well, I passed that right along to my class, telling them I'd be very unhappy if I couldn't eat lunch with MY friends and so their consequence would be severe because they had inconvenienced me. Lordy.
This, after we spent an hour and 15 minutes after school, which, by the way, has been extended 30 minutes STILL (until freakin' 4:30!! for God's sake) yesterday to figure out how to fill in bubbles on SOL answer documents. This also included PowerPoint presentations not actually shown but printed out on handouts too small to read. Yes, everyone, there is a teaching shortage!!! Let's make them fill out bubble sheets for an hour!!! Let's tell them their school will lose its accrediation if anything less than 100% of their students pass!! Let's make the teachers and students have a nervous breakdown over a 50-question test that assesses all their knowledge for an entire year!!!
There is my yearly rant about the SOLs. Ladies and gentlemen (who live in Virginia) please call your state representative at this time.
Time to go find something productive to do.
Today the kiddies and I went to Sudley Manor House today (note to Manassasanites, it's the "new" nursing home behing K-mart) and sang/read poetry for the residents. They seemed to enjoy it, especially the (basic) choreography on "This Land is Your Land/You're a Grand Old Flag". Then they gave us Tootsie Pops, even me! So I guess we were OK.
The 4th and 5th grade teachers all received a new e-mail from Conna Dude stating
that starting today, if our kids were bad in lunch, that our teachers' punishment would be that we'd have to eat lunch with them. Um, hello, I'd like to know what the kids have been doing exactly, how we are supposed to KNOW what they've done when we come to pick them up, and who is going to tell us if they've done something. I've been working on my psychic powers, but they're just not quite up to speed yet. Geezum. I can't believe she honestly sent us an email saying we'd be in "trouble" and have to "supervise" our classes at lunch if the problem continued. Well, I passed that right along to my class, telling them I'd be very unhappy if I couldn't eat lunch with MY friends and so their consequence would be severe because they had inconvenienced me. Lordy.
This, after we spent an hour and 15 minutes after school, which, by the way, has been extended 30 minutes STILL (until freakin' 4:30!! for God's sake) yesterday to figure out how to fill in bubbles on SOL answer documents. This also included PowerPoint presentations not actually shown but printed out on handouts too small to read. Yes, everyone, there is a teaching shortage!!! Let's make them fill out bubble sheets for an hour!!! Let's tell them their school will lose its accrediation if anything less than 100% of their students pass!! Let's make the teachers and students have a nervous breakdown over a 50-question test that assesses all their knowledge for an entire year!!!
There is my yearly rant about the SOLs. Ladies and gentlemen (who live in Virginia) please call your state representative at this time.
Time to go find something productive to do.