Good ol' golden rule days
School Days
School Days
Good ol' golden rule days
Too bad the song doesn't apply to the way the adults interact with one another.
It's perfectly ghastly to sub at a school where the children are wonderful and the adults are precociously petty. Except they aren't even precocious. They're just ugly.
I'm not even a full teacher right now. I'm a lunchroom and playground student monitor (read: glorified babysitter). It's a two-week gig at a new magnet school and the kids are amazing. I get such a blast from just listening to the games they play on the playground. Even the sixth graders who also get recess are fun to be around.
It's just the other ladies who make up the team who try my patience.Or rather, lady singlular, Ms. B.
There are four of us and she's deemed herself the leader. She's probably my mom's age and therefore, not that old. But she lords over everyone.
We had a bit of a situation today. A first grader got stung by a bee. It's summer. Kids play outside. It happens. That's why their epi pens are in the office. She was leading the kid down to the office while I lead the second graders outside. They got a little noisy because they wanted to know what was wrong. One of their teachers came outside of their planning meeting to tell them to keep it down. At the end of their recess we talked about why they need to be quiet in the hallways no matter what. End scene.
Except not really because Ms. B brought it up to the front office as we were signing out that "We've been having problems with one of the teachers." Teachers shouldn't yell at their students to keep it down in the hallways.
...
Um...? They're her class and she needs to be able to have their respect no matter if they're in their desks or not? Also, she wasn't yelling?
I pointed this out and then left.
We're subs. We have no opinions or say in anything. Our job is to be a warm body with a reasonable amount of competence to keep the kids from running wild or shanking one another while they're under our care.
That's all there is to it. Or maybe because I don't have kids of my own I have incorrect ideas about how children should behave. Heavens to Betsy if the twenty-something actually knew a thing or two about how to work with kids.
In Other News...
-Classes started Monday. Welding's gonna be awesome. ASL 2 will eat my face off.
-Susan G. Komen race is in one month and I'm not even remotely ready.
-I have pneumonia. Yay summer!
School Days
Good ol' golden rule days
Too bad the song doesn't apply to the way the adults interact with one another.
It's perfectly ghastly to sub at a school where the children are wonderful and the adults are precociously petty. Except they aren't even precocious. They're just ugly.
I'm not even a full teacher right now. I'm a lunchroom and playground student monitor (read: glorified babysitter). It's a two-week gig at a new magnet school and the kids are amazing. I get such a blast from just listening to the games they play on the playground. Even the sixth graders who also get recess are fun to be around.
It's just the other ladies who make up the team who try my patience.Or rather, lady singlular, Ms. B.
There are four of us and she's deemed herself the leader. She's probably my mom's age and therefore, not that old. But she lords over everyone.
We had a bit of a situation today. A first grader got stung by a bee. It's summer. Kids play outside. It happens. That's why their epi pens are in the office. She was leading the kid down to the office while I lead the second graders outside. They got a little noisy because they wanted to know what was wrong. One of their teachers came outside of their planning meeting to tell them to keep it down. At the end of their recess we talked about why they need to be quiet in the hallways no matter what. End scene.
Except not really because Ms. B brought it up to the front office as we were signing out that "We've been having problems with one of the teachers." Teachers shouldn't yell at their students to keep it down in the hallways.
...
Um...? They're her class and she needs to be able to have their respect no matter if they're in their desks or not? Also, she wasn't yelling?
I pointed this out and then left.
We're subs. We have no opinions or say in anything. Our job is to be a warm body with a reasonable amount of competence to keep the kids from running wild or shanking one another while they're under our care.
That's all there is to it. Or maybe because I don't have kids of my own I have incorrect ideas about how children should behave. Heavens to Betsy if the twenty-something actually knew a thing or two about how to work with kids.
In Other News...
-Classes started Monday. Welding's gonna be awesome. ASL 2 will eat my face off.
-Susan G. Komen race is in one month and I'm not even remotely ready.
-I have pneumonia. Yay summer!