So it occurs to me, as I was once told by my aunt, that TD Jakes' loving members pooled together to get him some type of vehicle that costs as much as my parents' house, which is not small by any stretch. Am I hating? No, I just don't see what human in his/her right mind would forfeit earnings that he/she can ill-afford to forfeit so somebody can drive a Bentley. Heck, all the tithes you pay and "seeds" you sow, he can buy his own dang Bentley. Anyways, I'm saying all that to say, or ask this: Why are the people without the money always the ones forking it over for the people with the money? I'm offended by the prospect.
Meanwhile, back on the home front, I'm being pursued by halfway school bounty hunters, bloodhounds, and heat seeking missiles to "donate" to the fund that will buy the highest paid person on campus an appropriate Christmas present. I don't know if my non-educator friends are aware of the disparity, but this particular position doubles that of my lowly salary. Am I saying that it shouldn't? Noooo. But I'm also not saying that my funds are so disposable that I should use them to buy things for people whose perception of the dollar takes on an entirely different point of view than that of my own. I mean, from a purely rational standpoint, we should be the ones getting the worthwhile presents from this individual that some may call Regina Greer, AKA Bosslady, BKA Piggy. Every time I make a dollar, she makin 2. That may sound negligible, but it definitely is not. Ima say it like this...I aint got no money, and the money I got goes towards my family. I mean, I am saving up, just to buy chitty Xmas presents.
I just completely bypassed the introductory phase of this blog, and for that, I apologize to my readers. Why did the dinosaur cross the road? Because the chicken wasn't created yet. What do you call a smart woman in America? A tourist. *cymbals crash*
Well, it may be a bit awkward to report, but I have essentially joined forces with the better part of our student body to defeat a common enemy. Yall know I like to liken things to vigilante-ish concepts. It's like Batman teaming up with Catwoman, who displays both good and bad, because they have a common enemy. Anyways, enemy is probably too strong of a word. But you know when a particular style of execution stifles the creativity, or at the very least apathy for process and disdain for paperwork, that you have? It turns into a big ball of IDGAF. Yes, IDGAF (pronounced "id-gaff"). Well, this is when you team up with the little diablos that you find yourself talking trash about on a regular basis.
At some point, you gotta remember that you were a kid. If you weren't, you are. If you aren't, you couldn't have made it to adulthood, thus, you do not exist. I won't get into specifics, other than the fact that I stay talking to Piggy about a plan of action, or some data, or a plan, or a meeting, or tutoring, or meeting about a meeting, or being taken out of my position so that somebody else can supplant me, rescuing me from my own ineptitude and salvaging any shred of dignity that remains. Not my dignity, which has clearly been compromised, but that of someone else's. On second thought, maybe enemy isn't so strong after all.
"A disgruntled employee, particularly in a field of individuals who affect the lives of others, should be the most dangerous adversary to anyone who pissed them off." That's a quote from this brilliant, strappingly handsome, charismatic guy, known as Beloved. So in addition to the multitude of meetings and get togethers, I've learned that I have very little effectiveness when it comes to preparing my kids for tests. I mean because I did so terribly with the kids last year...so terribly, in fact, that my kids outperformed a certain group of kids at an unnamed halfway school. BBT when you don't do stuff the way they think it should be done, even if it does create a contradiction with what is expected.
Let me explain it to you this way. Modern day education is all about who can make their kids have the most fun, using food and internet sources and toys, such as legos and blocks and chit, while teaching them concepts in such an abstract manner that they are incapable of sufficiently completing a pencil/paper test. Because for some reason, this is more effective instruction. Even though memorization and homework and studying individual assignments worked for a time. So, when I am observed and evaluated, I am expected to have kids engaged in group assignments and actively use things that will never show up on a test. What do I do? I conform. I adjust so that I can achieve the desired ratings as an "educator", or whatever I am, and now I'm basically being told that I need to be drilling my kids. I'm sorry, what?
This is like one of those situations where you are driving with someone in your family, older than you, and they continue to say things like, "You see that car? How fast are you going? It's faster if you go this way." This is when you pull over, give them the keys, get in the passenger's seat, recline that seat, and go to sleep. Well, we can't fit a car in the halfway school, so I'll probably just sleep walk for a while.
I suppose maybe enemy is not the right word...not nearly strong enough. As much as little Cuervo and Baajing and Danika are getting on my nerves, they have earned the reprieve of a lifetime. We are all, at this point, fighting "the man". Kids are born and bred to be annoying and defiant (unfortunately), so I understand when it happens. But when adults begin to be the driving force behind unrest and pisstivity, something is wrong. The difference is, when they do it, it's classroom management. When I do it, and yes I said when, it will be insubordination. Why the hell isn't there a campus management that allows us disgruntled employees to run amok with no fear of real reprimand and/or ramifications?
I just wanted to gripe...I'll be back. I didn't even talk about Gobment tonight because being disgruntled blocks my ability to think of insults to hurl her direction. Dang.
Be to the Hated
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