It just goes on and on and on
So my classroom A/C has been out, which I believe I've mentioned, and I think they thought that because they sent someone in to fix it, it actually got fixed (when in actuality, they sent someone in to poke around and tell me that the unit needed so much work that they'd have to send someone in two days later to fix it. That was the Friday before Labor Day).
We shuffled classrooms but soon gave it up -- the 700 building was too far, the computer lab was too big of a temptation (plus HAP locked me out of it during our RANDOM EXCITING LOCKDOWN! Complete with SIRENS and HELICOPTERS!) -- and I returned the kids to their swampy hellhole just in time to leave them with a sub so I could go swanning off to an ESE coteaching seminar.
SO. I came to campus Thursday morning to finish my sub plans, jammed the printer in the teachers' lounge, and somehow managed to hang around long enough for my sub to NOT SHOW UP, which left me with a first-period class full of confused and feverish boys, 30 minutes to get to my seminar, and a ridiculously short fuse. Because of that situation and the resulting breakdown, my mentor banned me from campus until Friday afternoon and from email until Monday morning.
Naturally, I broke this ban as soon as possible, not for any other reason than that I'd left a pile of assessments in my room and had to drop them off at my AP's mailbox. I tiptoed into my room under cover of darkness to grab the assessments, made my way back to the office to drop them off, and with my stealth mission complete, I made my way back to the car -- only to be caught red-handed by my mentor, who promptly escorted me to the parking lot.
Friday afternoon I learned that my Friday sub didn't make it to the classroom until midway through second period, my first period class had pretended not to know me at all, and my classroom had a rotating cast of subs, none of whom left me with a report, an attendance log, or any idea of what they'd done. (Actually, that last bit I found out this morning, on top of eight other random-to-irritating pieces of news, all of which left me complaining to my placement specialist that I was going to go home and go to sleep, right now, benchmark assessment be damned. And then crying in the bathroom during planning, which...whatever.)
The day got progressively better, kind of, but the benchmark assessment is a big deal -- and my students are going to fail if they have to take it in a 90-degree room with 90% humidity. Or, okay, some of them will pass, and some will pass despite their best efforts not to, but most of them can't focus in the heat, try as they might. But my room just seems to slip by the wayside, and I've emailed about it, but today my mentor/department chair emailed the AP in charge and CCed the principal, so...we'll see. If conditions don't improve, we're moving. Somewhere. Anywhere. Just not there.
We shuffled classrooms but soon gave it up -- the 700 building was too far, the computer lab was too big of a temptation (plus HAP locked me out of it during our RANDOM EXCITING LOCKDOWN! Complete with SIRENS and HELICOPTERS!) -- and I returned the kids to their swampy hellhole just in time to leave them with a sub so I could go swanning off to an ESE coteaching seminar.
SO. I came to campus Thursday morning to finish my sub plans, jammed the printer in the teachers' lounge, and somehow managed to hang around long enough for my sub to NOT SHOW UP, which left me with a first-period class full of confused and feverish boys, 30 minutes to get to my seminar, and a ridiculously short fuse. Because of that situation and the resulting breakdown, my mentor banned me from campus until Friday afternoon and from email until Monday morning.
Naturally, I broke this ban as soon as possible, not for any other reason than that I'd left a pile of assessments in my room and had to drop them off at my AP's mailbox. I tiptoed into my room under cover of darkness to grab the assessments, made my way back to the office to drop them off, and with my stealth mission complete, I made my way back to the car -- only to be caught red-handed by my mentor, who promptly escorted me to the parking lot.
Friday afternoon I learned that my Friday sub didn't make it to the classroom until midway through second period, my first period class had pretended not to know me at all, and my classroom had a rotating cast of subs, none of whom left me with a report, an attendance log, or any idea of what they'd done. (Actually, that last bit I found out this morning, on top of eight other random-to-irritating pieces of news, all of which left me complaining to my placement specialist that I was going to go home and go to sleep, right now, benchmark assessment be damned. And then crying in the bathroom during planning, which...whatever.)
The day got progressively better, kind of, but the benchmark assessment is a big deal -- and my students are going to fail if they have to take it in a 90-degree room with 90% humidity. Or, okay, some of them will pass, and some will pass despite their best efforts not to, but most of them can't focus in the heat, try as they might. But my room just seems to slip by the wayside, and I've emailed about it, but today my mentor/department chair emailed the AP in charge and CCed the principal, so...we'll see. If conditions don't improve, we're moving. Somewhere. Anywhere. Just not there.