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May. 7th, 2004 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omorkaARRRRRRGH!
I swear, I'm about two more crises from quitting. I'm sure either Fort Bend or the HISD magnet schools must be hiring math teachers this summer . . . if it weren't for about thirty students for whom I feel obliged to stick around for next year, I'd have thrown my resignation in a Certain Person's face already.
I just found out today I'm not the only person who's gotten a "Well, if you're not happy here, I'm sure you can go somewhere else" e-mail. It sounds like at least two people in the Social Studies department have gotten them as well.
Well, guess what, o Queen of Logorrhea? The reason we're unhappy isn't because of some inherent defect in ourselves. Nor is it because we feel that we're having to do too much work; we are, but we knew we were signing up for that when we took jobs as teachers in an economically challenged district.
No, o Echolalic Mistress, we are unhappy because of the three people on the admin team, only one person has a shred of decent competence to cover her nakedness with! We have been bombarded with new proposals, new programs, new testing systems, and a double load of extra paperwork this year, and we have not received a single morsel of extra support - not even the minimal level of support we got from our overworked admins last year - from you or the guy who was imported from Dallas to replace a perfectly good API. I cannot believe that both of our APIs from last year were passed over to give that office to you, and I have little love for our previous North API. You have made me miss Mr. J, a feat I did not believe possible!
You are both condescending and disrespectful. You tell us to have high expectations of the students, and then you have low expectations of us. You tell us to see the positive side of things, and then you take our suggestions as personal criticism. The only person on the upper administrative staff who has made it through the year with any mutual respect is the South API, and largely because she looks good in comparison with you two, who can't speak at a rate faster than a word every twenty seconds!
What's worst of all, though, is that the majority of the faculty is too frightened of you or too apathetic to speak up. That's why it looks like a discontented minority - a sizable minority, but still a minority - is complaining, but everyone else is happy. Honey, everyone else is just as pissed as we are. They're just too chickenshot to tell you to your face. Instead, they dump it on us, and we tell you for them.
The difference between them and us is - we care. We care about the school, our students, and our professional honor. You, on the other hand, seem to care mostly about protecting that big chair and the nice desk in that front office. You shout at the students over the intercom evey morning, and every other chance you get, but how often have you stood in front of them face-to-face? We do. And we'll fight for what's fair for them, and for us, until you throw our fat white, black, and brown asses out of your building.
Hell, no, I'm not quitting, after all. I'm too stubborn. I'm your gadfly, your balking mule, the thorn in your side. I will dance on your embarrassments and nitpick your ill-considered plans. I will throw data at you like dust in your eyes. I'll be the sand in your Vaseline until you go or you force me out.
I swear, I'm about two more crises from quitting. I'm sure either Fort Bend or the HISD magnet schools must be hiring math teachers this summer . . . if it weren't for about thirty students for whom I feel obliged to stick around for next year, I'd have thrown my resignation in a Certain Person's face already.
I just found out today I'm not the only person who's gotten a "Well, if you're not happy here, I'm sure you can go somewhere else" e-mail. It sounds like at least two people in the Social Studies department have gotten them as well.
Well, guess what, o Queen of Logorrhea? The reason we're unhappy isn't because of some inherent defect in ourselves. Nor is it because we feel that we're having to do too much work; we are, but we knew we were signing up for that when we took jobs as teachers in an economically challenged district.
No, o Echolalic Mistress, we are unhappy because of the three people on the admin team, only one person has a shred of decent competence to cover her nakedness with! We have been bombarded with new proposals, new programs, new testing systems, and a double load of extra paperwork this year, and we have not received a single morsel of extra support - not even the minimal level of support we got from our overworked admins last year - from you or the guy who was imported from Dallas to replace a perfectly good API. I cannot believe that both of our APIs from last year were passed over to give that office to you, and I have little love for our previous North API. You have made me miss Mr. J, a feat I did not believe possible!
You are both condescending and disrespectful. You tell us to have high expectations of the students, and then you have low expectations of us. You tell us to see the positive side of things, and then you take our suggestions as personal criticism. The only person on the upper administrative staff who has made it through the year with any mutual respect is the South API, and largely because she looks good in comparison with you two, who can't speak at a rate faster than a word every twenty seconds!
What's worst of all, though, is that the majority of the faculty is too frightened of you or too apathetic to speak up. That's why it looks like a discontented minority - a sizable minority, but still a minority - is complaining, but everyone else is happy. Honey, everyone else is just as pissed as we are. They're just too chickenshot to tell you to your face. Instead, they dump it on us, and we tell you for them.
The difference between them and us is - we care. We care about the school, our students, and our professional honor. You, on the other hand, seem to care mostly about protecting that big chair and the nice desk in that front office. You shout at the students over the intercom evey morning, and every other chance you get, but how often have you stood in front of them face-to-face? We do. And we'll fight for what's fair for them, and for us, until you throw our fat white, black, and brown asses out of your building.
Hell, no, I'm not quitting, after all. I'm too stubborn. I'm your gadfly, your balking mule, the thorn in your side. I will dance on your embarrassments and nitpick your ill-considered plans. I will throw data at you like dust in your eyes. I'll be the sand in your Vaseline until you go or you force me out.
