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Cooking up shit-stew
Mar. 18th, 2012 08:54 pmMy jury duty for tomorrow got cancelled. I'd called in a sub and got my lesson plans ready on Friday, but didn't get the cancellation notice till 6 pm Friday night. At this point, the typical response would be to just take tomorrow off seeing as I made all of those arrangements to be out.
What's stopping me is that my SpEd co-teacher Veronica was in my room after school telling me that she's really worried about that emotionally disturbed boy Eric. He's been suspended twice, once for cussing out an asst principal something ugly after having his skateboard taken from him, and recently for getting into an ugly fistfight with another boy, causing Eric to lose two teeth in the struggle. Eric's coming back to class tomorrow, and Veronica said with me gone, Eric needs to be out of the class since she will conduct the lesson and he will not obey a sub and cause trouble. The last time she was out, Eric took some loose papers and scrawled "God Hates Fags" on them and left them for the sub to find.
This boy's damage is that he gets off on offending people either by bad behavior and incendiary remarks. And he has no grasp of boundaries. He'd cuss out the President of the United States if they called him in to discipline him. And part of this is because our principal refuses to expel special ed students (and according to Veronica, it's only this principal who has a problem with that). Naturally, with no consequences, this kid knows he can do whatever he wants. I've told Veronica (off-record) that Eric needs to go somewhere else. He cannot handle being in a mixed mainstream and special ed class. He needs to be confined in a behavioral unit, or even go to a special school. I'll admit, I'm afraid of getting hurt by this guy and I feel very bad for my students who have to put up with his shit. He's the rotten flower in a nice bouquet, a parasitical worm in a cut of prime rib. He also scares me thinking about the adult version of him roaming the streets.
Veronica told me that she wants one of the asst principals to take him into her office for the period with me gone for the day. The other thing is that the girlfriend of the boy Eric beat up is in the same period, so this is just a shit stew boiling up. That's why I'm not taking the day off under pretense of jury duty that no one knows has been cancelled. I don't have it in me to abandon my co-teacher when we've got a bad student. Yeah, I'd really love to scrapbook my Paris trip from last year or go watch 21 Jump Street, but if Veronica is trying to get him out of the class for a day, then it's a bad sign because between the 2 of us, she's the ball-buster. And for her to ask for help, you know something's very wrong. I swear, admin had better take this into consideration for my PDAS or at least not transfer me out of the school. They sure as fuck better not fire me.
Unfortunately, while I wish I could say that I live by the Greek Warrior Code, I wasn't very loyal to my high school friends this week. Everyone but my district got the week off, and they invited me for a marathon of spa treatments, John Carter, and dinner at Crave.
I take my job very seriously. As in, we're one week into the final semester and my students can find six grades in their profiles already. I've met the quota for the 3-week reports already.
I get a text on my conference, a reminder to meet at the spa at four. I refused to leave work early for that. I'll admit guilt to leaving at 3:30 on my birthday (to go to a dr.'s appointment on the other side of town for a semi-urgent matter). Needless to say, I got to the spa late, only had time for a facial, and drove to the theater to meet my friends. By that time, I felt stressed and upset. I didn't want to see John Carter and waste time and money. And I still had work the next day. So I lied and said that they messed up my facial and that I needed to go home. From there, I got some grocery shopping done and washed my car. I felt bad, but I needed a breather, and if dinner and a movie's causing me stress from showtimes and meeting up, then it's a sign to sit this one out.
And Friday, they invited me to Cat's apartment for an overnighter. Truthfully, I didn't feel like spending the night, and when Araina pressed asking if I could just go over for a few hours, I declined again. Truth is, Cat lives in another section of the city, one that's not very safe at night nor one I'm very familiar with. Last Friday, I went over to Araina's for a BBQ and fell asleep after the meal. I could drive from her apartment to my house feeling groggy as she lives 3 miles away. I'm not very keen on driving while sleepy from a further distance in a strange area.
I had a nice restful weekend, so I'm ready for more scheduled stuff next week.
What's stopping me is that my SpEd co-teacher Veronica was in my room after school telling me that she's really worried about that emotionally disturbed boy Eric. He's been suspended twice, once for cussing out an asst principal something ugly after having his skateboard taken from him, and recently for getting into an ugly fistfight with another boy, causing Eric to lose two teeth in the struggle. Eric's coming back to class tomorrow, and Veronica said with me gone, Eric needs to be out of the class since she will conduct the lesson and he will not obey a sub and cause trouble. The last time she was out, Eric took some loose papers and scrawled "God Hates Fags" on them and left them for the sub to find.
This boy's damage is that he gets off on offending people either by bad behavior and incendiary remarks. And he has no grasp of boundaries. He'd cuss out the President of the United States if they called him in to discipline him. And part of this is because our principal refuses to expel special ed students (and according to Veronica, it's only this principal who has a problem with that). Naturally, with no consequences, this kid knows he can do whatever he wants. I've told Veronica (off-record) that Eric needs to go somewhere else. He cannot handle being in a mixed mainstream and special ed class. He needs to be confined in a behavioral unit, or even go to a special school. I'll admit, I'm afraid of getting hurt by this guy and I feel very bad for my students who have to put up with his shit. He's the rotten flower in a nice bouquet, a parasitical worm in a cut of prime rib. He also scares me thinking about the adult version of him roaming the streets.
Veronica told me that she wants one of the asst principals to take him into her office for the period with me gone for the day. The other thing is that the girlfriend of the boy Eric beat up is in the same period, so this is just a shit stew boiling up. That's why I'm not taking the day off under pretense of jury duty that no one knows has been cancelled. I don't have it in me to abandon my co-teacher when we've got a bad student. Yeah, I'd really love to scrapbook my Paris trip from last year or go watch 21 Jump Street, but if Veronica is trying to get him out of the class for a day, then it's a bad sign because between the 2 of us, she's the ball-buster. And for her to ask for help, you know something's very wrong. I swear, admin had better take this into consideration for my PDAS or at least not transfer me out of the school. They sure as fuck better not fire me.
Unfortunately, while I wish I could say that I live by the Greek Warrior Code, I wasn't very loyal to my high school friends this week. Everyone but my district got the week off, and they invited me for a marathon of spa treatments, John Carter, and dinner at Crave.
I take my job very seriously. As in, we're one week into the final semester and my students can find six grades in their profiles already. I've met the quota for the 3-week reports already.
I get a text on my conference, a reminder to meet at the spa at four. I refused to leave work early for that. I'll admit guilt to leaving at 3:30 on my birthday (to go to a dr.'s appointment on the other side of town for a semi-urgent matter). Needless to say, I got to the spa late, only had time for a facial, and drove to the theater to meet my friends. By that time, I felt stressed and upset. I didn't want to see John Carter and waste time and money. And I still had work the next day. So I lied and said that they messed up my facial and that I needed to go home. From there, I got some grocery shopping done and washed my car. I felt bad, but I needed a breather, and if dinner and a movie's causing me stress from showtimes and meeting up, then it's a sign to sit this one out.
And Friday, they invited me to Cat's apartment for an overnighter. Truthfully, I didn't feel like spending the night, and when Araina pressed asking if I could just go over for a few hours, I declined again. Truth is, Cat lives in another section of the city, one that's not very safe at night nor one I'm very familiar with. Last Friday, I went over to Araina's for a BBQ and fell asleep after the meal. I could drive from her apartment to my house feeling groggy as she lives 3 miles away. I'm not very keen on driving while sleepy from a further distance in a strange area.
I had a nice restful weekend, so I'm ready for more scheduled stuff next week.
