I haven’t written in quite awhile. I went back to work on 7-Jan (the day before my last entry here) and was immediately absorbed in all the dramas and problems of teaching math and science to 65 … shall we say, socioeconomically challenged sixth graders.
Two big things have happened in the interim: First, thanks to the governor, I and some 75 other teachers were notified that we don’t have jobs next year; and second, thanks to the ongoing adrenal adenoma issue, I was forced to take my second medical leave of absence for the remainder of the school year after spring break.
Issue number one. Well, what can you say? These are hard times in California. Not as bad as Michigan, perhaps, but bad enough. California has, however, incredibly Byzantine budgetary processes. Where education funding is concerned, I have the impression it’s somehow tied to Proposition 13 back in 1978. Whatever it is, the end result is I have no California teaching job after 13-Jun-08. And with so many of us on the market, and with only one year of contracted classroom teaching experience under my belt, the prospects are looking a bit slim.
Personally, I think this is the usual grandstanding and ‘let’s see who blinks first’ political game, and that all will be resolved and forgiven and smiles all around and aren’t the children our future and see how we’ve taken care of them? In other words, the district will probably call me and ask if I want to come back shortly after the Governator does his thing to/with the legislature.
Which brings up issue two. If they do call, I won’t be accepting the offer. My health won’t stand another month of what I’ve just been through, let alone another year.
I post the following with some trepidation, hoping that a future employer won’t hold it against me and will understand what I’m saying and why I’m posting it. Hopefully, said future employer will see it as evidence of hard-won and valuable experience. But this is for the record, and this stuff really did happen, and I do have a commitment to EduBlogging … so here we go:
In the last three short months alone:
• I’ve arrived at school at 7:15 a.m. and been confronted by the sight of police arresting a gun-wielding high school student. We had to lock down and delay school for 30 minutes. Turned out to be an air pellet pistol, but …
• 110 of our 1,100 students claim they or someone they know have brought guns to our school.
• I was threatened with attack by one of my students who had to be held back by friends; it was my fault though, because I didn’t call her mother before the attack to say the student was going to attack me (!).
• We’ve had no budget for supplies and I’ve spent several hundred dollars for them (yes, I know every other teacher in America does the same).
• Our textbooks are torn and ripped and covered with swear words and pornographic drawings. Because they will be replaced with new ones next year, there’s little we can do, and since two classes share the same text books, it’s pretty impossible to finger the culprit, or keep on top of even when the drawings appear; only one or two students will actually report them.
• I had to bring the two pet rats home because students mistreated and almost killed them one day.
• The district reneged on paying for our health care halfway through the school year, meaning, effectively, most of us got a $300-a-month pay cut in December at Christmas.
• Although our school is supposedly guaranteed (due to test scores and demographics) small class sizes of 22-24, I have 34 in one class and 37 in the other; almost half are English language learners of varying language abilities.
• I have students who are losing homes in foreclosure and trying to get to school after spending the night in their cars.
• I’ve been called a redneck faggot more times than I can count; my last name has been intentionally mispronounced ever since some students discovered the mispronunciation is an ethnic slur against Polish people (even though I’m not Polish). The phrase ‘Mrs. Pollock is a faggot’ was written in marker on the chalk rail for a month or two until a custodian finally removed it.
• Female colleagues have been repeatedly called ‘b——’ (and that’s the nicest name) and ‘white b——.’ One of them teaches everyday with “Mrs. ———- is a b——!” scrawled in permanent marker on the wood on the front of her desk. Administration has made no attempt to try to remove it. “They don’t respect you,” they tell her.
• We discovered spent 9mm shell casings near our classrooms several mornings in a row.
• I have been told not to bother calling the grandmother of one of my students (mom lives in Texas, father is unknown), because ‘she don’t like white people.’
• As noted above, I supply my own paper for anything we do in class, from tests to worksheets. Because of this, we don’t do worksheets very often. On a related note, when asked by the principal to bring empty three-ring binders to school for science logs, the students refused, saying they weren’t spending anything on more school supplies than paper and pencils. We have subsequently never used science logs.
• Speaking of refusals, several students initially refused to sign papers acknowledging that we have classroom rules and behavior expectations and consequences, saying they have no intention of behaving properly in class, because ‘that’s just the way we be.’ They eventually capitulated, but their behavior wasn’t affected.
• Oh, and that classroom blogging thing I always harped on during grad school and here on this website? HA! Hahahahahahahahhahaha! What a rube I was! Let’s not go there!
There’s more, of course. Much more. Those are just highlights of the bad stuff.
Still, I believe. My core beliefs are still intact, as noted in the ‘Experience’ section of this site. I can deal with all of this, chalk it up to a bad situation that is actually good experience. I’m shaken AND stirred, but still rarin’ to go. There have been good things too; kids getting perfect scores on academic vocabulary tests; kids saying they finally ‘get it’ in math class thanks to me; kids showing some empathy and asking how I’m feeling (yes, this is a very big deal; most of these students are vicious towards others and empathy is extremely underdeveloped); kids actually altering their behavior and learning something; kids going from no mastery to double mastery of certain math concepts, and so on.
But my health just won’t permit me to both continue in this situation and profit from the experience. The day spring break began, when I got home after school, my blood pressure was 164 over 114, a new record. After a couple of weeks at home, with stronger medications keeping the blood pressure and the adrenal adenoma in check, I’m feeling mostly better, although my arthritis has me moving slow. If there were just 20 first or second graders, I would have been fine to go back after spring break.
So at the end of this year, all things considered, we’re planning to move somewhere. Today, Frank finished interviewing for a position in Las Cruces. Should he be chosen, we get to go home, and I will get my New Mexico certification and start applying for teaching jobs. If he doesn’t get an offer, well, we’ll keep trying. If we stay here, I will be subbing, most likely, although I probably will only accept K-2 subbing gigs here while we wait for something better to happen outside the very, very stressful Bay Area.
There is just no question in my mind on this issue; after the better part of two years spent dealing with sixth grade and middle school drama, I have to draw a firm line in the sand and not be pulled back into middle school because that’s the highest need area and that’s where male teachers are ‘supposed’ to go. I refuse to interview for or accept any teaching assignment above fifth grade/elementary school. It’s too intense and there are too many kids who are at too critical a moment in their lives for me to handle at this time in my life.
I’m totally all about, as I have always been, teaching lower elementary, hopefully second grade again. Second graders and I get along beautifully; I just love that age group. I’ll also roll with kindergarten, first or third, but second is where it’s at for me. I’m more interested in that stage of learning development. It’s calmer, you have 20 or less kids to worry about instead of 60-70, so you can build better relationships and have a greater impact. And that’s what I’m looking for at this point. Lower El totally rocks my world!
The last couple of years have been valuable, and I wish my health had been in a better position during it. But it was what it was. Time to make some lemonade, put some distance between it and me, and laugh about it (not yet maybe, but sometime soon).
Wow.