At work last week, one of the Attendance clerks was wearing the prettiest blue top you ever did see.
But when I was in the Break room with her, before the school bell rang, she admitted something. The top was brand-new; she bought it at Ross. Brought it home, was cutting the tags off and… what do you suppose she found? A maternity tag!
Here she was so thrilled with how it fit, and come to find out, it was a maternity top!
Augh! Continue reading “Girl Talk in the Break Room”
Warning: This post does not contain the folly typically found therein. Sorry. But non-folly thoughts were in my head and I needed to let them out.
Totally understand if you click away.
(I’ll judge you, but I’ll understand.)
This last week, I came to a startling realization: we White People are a sensitive lot.
Make that damned sensitive. Continue reading “Why Are White People So Sensitive?”
I never wanted to be a teacher.
I loved school, loved reading, loved learning.
But standing in front of a classroom for nine months out of the year? No thank you.
Nevertheless, for 40 minutes last week, I was in charge of a high school World History class. Here’s how it happened… Continue reading “I Was a High School History Teacher for 40 Minutes”
Ordinarily I’m not one to namedrop, but the fact is, I know Mr. and Mrs. Claus personally.
Fact is, I work with them. They’ve been working at our school since last August. Continue reading “The Truth About Mr. & Mrs. Claus”
The tension is mounting people, even drawing in our most chill-est of personnel! (If you didn’t catch our previous update, click here.)
This morning I walk into the break room for my requisite cup of Earl Grey, and there by the microwave stands one of our counselors. One of the cool ones because she reads this blog. (Although she’s running a month behind, meaning she hasn’t read my last two posts.) Continue reading “Anonymous Note Update, #2!”
“They dropped Richard,” she said to me, before I could reach my desk.
“Good morning,” I reply, never one to drop good manners. Especially if I can feel superior in the process.
She is one of our teachers, as well as one of our parents. Strangely, I see her most often in her parent role.
Teachers I like. Parents? Hit or miss. Mostly miss.
“Sorry. Good morning. Anyway, they dropped him. We got an email on Friday.”
They being the community college where young lad Richard is dual enrolled as a high school student. She is telling me this because I serve as the High School Dual Coordinator.
My title is not as impressive as you think, and I’m fully aware you’re not impressed. Continue reading “It Was One of Those Mondays”
It’s occurred to me that I haven’t shared a recipe with you in a long while. To make up for it, I’m giving you my recipe for prize-winning blueberry muffins. More on that later.
For now, I want to tell you about my recent experience, not with winning, but with awarding prizes.
We have a very active parent group on campus who sometimes host brunches for staff and gives away prizes. Recently they added a monthly drawing where teachers can win a rather large gift basket filled with discount cards, food, and other doo-dads.
The first winner was selected a few days ago. I was given the task of delivering it.
This is not unusual. About three or four times a year, the parent group will drop off at my desk eight or so gift cards with balloons attached, and ask me to email the teachers who won. The first time it happened, being a rookie, I did just that.
You know what happens if you sport eight to ten colorful balloons at your desk? Continue reading “And the Winner is…”
Create a World of Epic Learning!
The Battle against ignorance is set to begin!
Objective: Educate students and reach retirement without suffering burnout or loss of hope for the next generation
Battlefield: Your Public High School
Ready to begin? Select a game figure:
Continue reading “TeacherScape – A Game of Strategy and Broken Dreams”