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Raving Lunatics (Part 2 – The school for awful girls academy)

The first thing that I noticed at the school was that all the teachers had their doors closed. The halls when empty where quiet. But inside the rooms, it was hell.

For high school students, these girls had no self-restraint. They couldn’t even listen to each other. They refused to do anything. I tried different approaches to rally student I would meet a different student each day that was slightly more insane, disrespectful, and in some cases more ignorant. When a student who had been intent on ruining my lesson on Dr. King’s “Letter from a Birmingham Jail” remarked

why I care about what was happening to dem Niggas during segregation. Segregation is over. Anyway, I’m Dominican, and I wouldn’t need to walk through the same door as Niggas.”

I thought I might walk out then and there. But I stayed my ground and dove into that “I’m getting paid for this…life ambition…calling, etc place.

I would come to visit that happy imaginative place many times over the next few days. Hell, I lived there.

The behavior and I guess hygiene of those girls was so bad that the school actually had an Ethics class. In this class, it taught them how to be ladylike. To comb their hair and get pretty at home. The woman actually had to lecture these Beautiful Intelligent Talented Creative Hoochies because too many of them didn’t know not come to school raggedly and do their nails during class. (Fail and Fail. One girl decided that she needed to do her nails, and moved her seat every time I asked her to stop. Did she really think I was that stupid that I would think she was different girl each time?) During that class, in which besides me there were two other teachers, and 3 paras. One would think that this was overkill and simply too much firepower, and one would be wrong. I actually had to sit my chair next to a group of especially chatty girls, and then after that, I had to make them play musical chairs. The presenter had allowed breaks for student exercises and involvement. I compared notes with her on the general school environment, as she was as much a guest as I was;our conversation involved how some children just shouldn’t be allowed to detract from others especially in cooperative groups. As always, we wondered what happened to self discipline. There was no need for the excessive chatter. In my day and age, we passed notes. But guess that would count on this girl to actually form a complete sentence.

As I was on the way to the bus after school, I ran into the two girls. One of them said “We aint at school, so what you goin say to me now, Mista.” I put my earbuds back in and listened to another song on my Ipod. I had nothing to say to her. I mean, what I wanted to say would be quite informative in what she could do to herself, but that alas would not be professional.

Never going back there again!

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[Chester Kent]

A Standing Ovation for her Encore

So, after everything that Ms. Cleo put me through last week, I still followed along.  That is, the stupid wench demanded grades by 3 pm Tuesday afternoon, which at no point was feasible considering several things.  The first being, that the way she wanted grades averaged was…extra.  Second, I was told I’d have the entire day to finish working on grades.  I stayed up the night before, and with an assistant (a friend from out of town) we  scored all the multiple choice.  I searched for logical loop holes in my wording and correlated that to the kid who answered the question, just to see if a. any question received a high number of wrong answers, and b. if that kid might have been absent that day.  Both of which were extra on my part.  But that ties into three, when I checked the system, I was scheduled to report to Lean on Me High until Thursday.  Logical considering all grades were due for other teachers on Wednesday, the proofs and corrections on Friday.  Otherwise, they would be blocking me from working at another school.  Which would be uncool right?  At 11:30 Tuesday, I was informed that today would be my last absolute last day.  No response at to why they were placeholding my spot in the system.  Finally, the last roadblock that she threw was proctoring.  Instead of straight grading, and scrambling for the impossible, instead, I kept being called upon to relieve other people.  30 minutes to an hour just suddenly evaporated.  More details, but I’m actually getting angry thinking about this.