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Questions and Answers

On Friday I was just not up for the lesson I was supposed to be teaching. Of course I felt massive guilt about this, but my students comforted me by telling me that they are content waiting until next week because if I wait until I feel better to do the heavy stuff I will teach it so well they will get lots out of the lecture whereas if I push myself when I am distinctly under the weather they won’t get as much. Such sweet little manipulators.

So I told them to get out a piece of paper and write down any questions they have that they have always been afraid to ask. They can get anonymous answers so no one has to feel silly or stupid or ignorant. I maintained absolute discipline and fierceness through the answering–no one got to laugh at a question they thought was stupid because it was probably hard for someone to get up the nerve to ask.

The questions ranged from silly/stupid/trying to get a rise out of me to fairly deep questions to things that are probably scaring the shit out of them. I answered everything completely bluntly and honestly and straighforwardly with no sign of shame or hesitation. It went remarkably well. I can’t remember all of the questions (there were probably a hundred or so) but here is a sampling:

Can you get AIDS from oral sex?
What is phone sex?
Does sex hurt?
How young is too young to be a parent?
My sister is 12 and likes to pretend she has a penis and that it hurts her just as much as it hurts a boy when she is hit between the legs–what is wrong with her? Is she stuck in the toddler phase? (We are studying Freud and his phallic obsession stage blew their little minds.)
Why did you want to be a teacher?
Why are you moving away?
Why don’t you want to stay with us?
How many times a week do you have sex? (I was a little funny with this one–I told them not as often as I used to because it is uncomfortable right now.)
Can a transvestite make a baby by itself? (They didn’t understand the difference between a transvestite and a hermaphrodite so I told them and I explained what being transgendered or transsexual is as well.)
Can two transvestites have sex together?
Why are boys such horndogs?/Why do boys have urges?
Are all men perverts?
Are there teachers who hate kids? If so, why do they teach?
Do you hate any of the teachers at this school? If so, who? (I declined to give names but I did say that there are teachers I don’t have much respect for.)
What _is_ love?
What makes a boyfriend different from a good friend? How do you know when you are ready to have a boyfriend?
If my boyfriend wants to kiss another girl, should I let him or should I dump him?
How can I stand up to my super oppressive parents?
Why do some guys ejaculate so quickly?
What is testosterone?
Do the carpets always match the drapes?

That’s all I can remember right now. There were some really stupid ones that I didn’t bother to answer because they were just being silly. I frequently prefaced my answers with statements about how I have my beliefs about these subjects and my beliefs are very different from what many other people think and it’s ok that we don’t agree. I am not trying to convert anyone to being like me, I just want the kids to know that opinions like mine exist and they should be aware of that. (Though it would be nice to convert the kids. πŸ˜‰

Some parents rock.

Dear Ms. Gibbs,

Thank you for your explanation re: the rap song and your intentions behind presenting it in class. It does amaze me that it is hard to convince students that tragedy is still relevant today. I feel that they are overwhelmed with tragedy and tend to block out its reality. (Just listen to or watch the news daily.) Maybe it is a self-protection mechanism?

Congratulations on your upcoming delivery. I hope that all goes well, now and for the next 20 years!

D D

This is when I love parents. πŸ™‚

Hard decision.

Given how brain dead and exhausted I am at all times I told my APs that I need to make the move to teaching part-time basically immediately. Luckily this was greeted with full support and multiple statements that can be boiled down to, “If you say you need this, then you need this. You are never one to shirk your duties.” My midwife is backing me up. My BTSA mentor is sad that she won’t get to work with me anymore and honestly I’m sad I won’t be working with her as well. She really is a neat person and collaborating with her would have taught me a great deal. I’m going to teach three classes till the end of the semester and then transfer all of my classes to this new person.

I sent an email to the credential program yesterday and received a response within a few hours giving me the contact information for an ideal candidate. I’m trying to get in touch with her today so we can work towards getting her started maybe by next week.

On one hand I feel like I am failing my kids. On the other hand, I *can’t* keep doing this. I physically hurt almost all the time from exhaustion. I’m going to try and keep this woman on my lesson plans through the end of this unit then let her work with me or on whatever she wants from then on. My kids will be upset because they will miss me, but I can’t let that influence deciding what is best for me physically right now.

God I can’t wait until I get to sleep more.

Ideals

If my life were to be better right now what would it look like.

I would spend no more than 9 hours a day at work and I would not work weekends. (7:30-4:30 is fucking long enough.) Especially because I only get paid for 7 1/2 hours.
I would get to be social once or twice every week in a way that felt meaningful which means not going to an event where I don’t know anyone and sleeping on the couch. (Not complaining about that event honey, just saying that I want to feel like I have a real social life.)
My stomach feeling ok would be an automatic cue to go have sex because I miss it when I can’t have it and that is most of the time these days.
I would spend time every weekend working on the con instead of my job so that I felt like I was being productive towards an event I am helping with.

How do I get there?
I think that I need to give up on academic detention. It makes my life harder and right now that isn’t worth my time.
Write the grader and start having her do smaller assignments in addition to the big essays because it would make my life better.
Figure out how to let Noah help me with some stuff cause right now I am not taking advantage of my resources. πŸ™‚
Start actually going to bed at 8 so that I am getting a more consistent amount of sleep.

Letter my principal wrote to recommend me as an excellent teacher

To whom it may concern:
Kristine has demonstrated teaching strategies that motive all students by her ability to develop a classroom environment that’s pleasant and where students are cooperative with each other. She gives verbal instructions at the beginning of the period and informs students to check the white board for daily work assignments and agenda items. Her students listen when she gives oral instructions and participate as they work together in daily assignment.

She maintains high standards for student behavior when she lectures, students work individually, in groups and when they work on worksheets. Students are informed to listen as she gives instructions and she expects them to respond cooperatively. She commands respect and give them respect. Students are given time to complete the work assigned and once their done she moves around and checks their work. Students that do not complete assignments are issued it as homework. Students are allowed to wander out of their seats when informed to do so as a part of the assignment.

Kristine, knowledge the English language is extensive and she is also involved in extra curricular activities and a club sponsor. I observed her lesson working on the standard addressing writing a research essay and reading comprehension using the book β€œFor Water Like Chocolate.” Her presentation established a controlling impression that conveyed a clear and distinctive perspective on the subject and a focus throughout the classroom discussion related to food. She checked students for their understanding of English usage and comprehension. Students demonstrated their understanding by their ability to use thoughtful concepts of food to explain their moods and ideas. She presents lessons by using power point presentation, questioning, discussions, checks student understanding orally and written work or through the use of a work sheet.

Her instructional methods to assess student work include the use of giving students allotted time to work in class. A variety of instructional strategies focused on objectives. She uses individual work, direct instruction, probing questioning, and classroom control techniques. She incorporates subject, curriculum frameworks, and content standards in organizing subject matter. She moves about the room to monitor student progress, communicates respect for student opinions and interest and at the same time gets them to focus on their work.

Kristine presents her lessons or ideas clearly and meaningfully to all students. Her demeanor toward students is to get them engaged in the lesson both their attention, and interest. She establishes a warm and friendly tone in the classroom. She moves about the room, directly engaging all students throughout the period with a look, or a gesture.

I have observed Kristine experience success with her English III students. She is organized and her students demonstrate that by following her example.

It is pleasure to write this letter in support of Kristine Gibbs for an early completion of the BTSA program.

Working… of course

As I sit here lesson planning on my couch on this beautiful Sunday afternoon I have to stop and think about how very different my life will be soon. I feel like I am killing myself for a job that is counting down until it isn’t mine any more. I am trying my best to cram the most important work of the year into a smaller period of time. I’m trying to figure out how I can give these kids a more full year of English than they have gotten in other years despite the fact that I won’t be there for the last 1/6 or more of it. I care about this work, but it drains my energy and saps my will to live. Many people keep telling me that I will be dying to come back to work after staying home for the summer with a baby… I can’t say yet that they are wrong, but I really doubt that I am going to be eager to get back to this. Why would I want to come back to a job that barely allows me to have a relationship with Noah, let alone cleaning my house (no one is welcome in my bathroom right now), let alone going to the grocery store and making food sometimes instead of eating out, let alone have enough time to properly enjoy my growing child? I’m sure I will miss things about teaching but I don’t think I will miss it enough to want to teach. As I sit here designing lessons for the next nine weeks that will keep me up late at night making tests and quizzes and figuring out how to hook kids into giving me a decent introduction… No. I can’t believe that I would rather do this than be with my child.

The Riot Act.

That’s what I am reading the kids today. Their grades suck. πŸ™ I want to be more patient. Maybe I could be if I ever had a damn break. (I took one day off this weekend. I worked the whole other day.)

I want a whole weekend off. It needs to happen soon.

Dying.

My job is always extremely demanding. Teaching an honors class has made that worse.
I’m also the technology “mentor” at this point because my coworkers are fucking morons and can’t figure out how to work basic websites. This means a bunch of people pestering me constantly.
Academic detention is driving me batty. I’m feeling quite tempted to just ignore the Fs for the rest of the year. If you come in and want to make up your grade, fine. But I can’t keep pushing people to do the work. It makes my life suck.
I can’t be the repository of all the problems of all the kids right now. I’m too tired and worn out. I have nothing left to give them.
I’m dropping all involvement with clubs. I need to spend my lunches staring off into space, not going to meetings.
I am going to drop some of the essays I had planned to give the honors class. I simply cannot spend 10 hours grading essays every three weeks. I can’t do it. Not on top of all the rest of the grading and prep.
I am not helping much with the TNG con. I feel horrible for dumping it on Jon, but I can’t do more than I am doing. πŸ™
I’m supposed to be doing research on getting the house remodeled. Right now I am kicking myself for not getting this done last summer.
I’m not seeing my friends much. I’m doing a little bit of it because I feel like I *should* but I find myself feeling resentful of the energy output even as I am glad to see people. I am tired of having to leave by 8:30 because I feel like shit. It’s not like I can say, “Hey–let’s hang out during the weekend day” either because I’m always fucking working.
Hormones are kicking in and I want to cry a lot of the time. I feel so overwhelmed that I want to just give up. Why am I doing all this shit again?
I can’t have sex like I want to because I feel shitty all the time and I know that must be having a negative effect on my overall attitude and emotional state.

I don’t know what is going to give, but something has to.

Further proof that my life does not suck.

Today, one of my kids went off campus during lunch and bought me a Jamba Juice. (The kid finishes school at 5th period–that’s the only reason he is allowed to leave.) This was after I bitched him out during 2nd period because he still hasn’t got his book and he was generally being a bit whiney. I think that apologizing after yelling at him probably helped. I told him I had no right to be such a bitch to him and he laughed. πŸ™‚

Last night I jumped my hot honey. It was quite good. Sex is much less frequent these days, but oh so awesome when it happens.

My darling husband came to work with me this weekend and kept me company while I suffered through craptastic work. Have I mentioned that I am incredibly lucky?

We got to be social in three different venues this weekend–none of them for even 2 hours, but that is all the energy we have. It was good to see people. (This is the way to see me these days. Book a slot early in the day for 1-2 hours. That’s all the energy I have.)

And I finally got around to starting Harry Potter. Books 1 and 2 down. πŸ™‚

Kids are strange.

I feel like crap and I’m being very frank about this with the kids. I’m not being my normal walking-around self. So when kids are talking out of turn or sleeping I don’t feel like getting up to smack their desks how I normally do. So instead, I brought in a squirt bottle. It has fantastic range. I have proven that I can get basically every desk in the room.

The kids love it. They laugh when they get hit, but then they knock off their crap. A threat is often enough to get them to stop. I think this is so funny.

Bits and pieces

My coworkers are shocked and dismayed that I want to leave off teaching public school to homeschool my children. They believe that my actions are why the system is failing. Uhm, maybe I am acting the way I am because the system is failing–I hardly believe I carry the weight of all the blame.

Academic detention still sucks. But at least 15 students have already pulled up their grades to passing. Only 26 to go… (Passing meaning a C or better.)

It’s amazing that I can cry all the way to school and then turn it off and be fine in front of the kids. Then fall to pieces again when they leave.

Got to tell the kids today that everything smells way more strongly so I need them to take showers more often cause they are making me sick. That was an awkward conversation.

Feeling better than normal for lately. Maybe it’s the cheese. Mmmm cheese. Still exhausted.

That was hard.

I have a coworker who has hated me almost since I got this job. I never really understood why exactly. I knew about one or two stupid jokes she hadn’t appreciated, but it seemed to be bigger than that. She actually started at the same time I did so it’s been an interesting two years of working with her. Today I sucked up my courage after school and asked her about the situation. At first she kind of tried to brush me off by claiming the past is the past so she could avoid talking about it. I persisted and pushed her to talk to me about why she hates me so much. When she finally told me I could tell that they were things she has held close to her heart and nourished as damn fine reasons to hate me. I don’t blame her, I did some shitty things in her direction. It seriously deflated her anger when I explained my behavior and apologized. She looked flat shocked that I wasn’t defensive or pissy about her accusing me of all manner of bitchy awful things. It was really good and I’m glad I did it. By the end she told me that she has actually had a hard time staying mad at me because overall she likes my personality–it was just too hard to let go of being mad.

That was a hard thing. I’m glad I did it.

And I’m on track for early completion of my BTSA hellishness. I’m still behind on grading, but not too bad at this point. This weekend is probably going to be spent working. Oh. Joy. πŸ™‚ Actually… I’m not too upset. I’ve had very me-centered weekends for a few in a row and I’ll be quite cheerful about going back to being focused on my job when I have more energy. It’s hard to work after school for as long as I need to. And it’s getting harder as my energy is going down.

Frustrated.

My job takes a lot of time and energy in a thousand different ways. I have to deal with 150+ diverse personalities every day. I have to prepare material to start with and then later grade it. I have to deal with coworkers, many of whom I don’t like much. More and more kids are coming to me to dump their emotional problems. I’m glad I can help them, but it takes a lot of energy. (‘Nother kid today.) BTSA is going to be a serious pain in my ass, but I have to do it. At least my mentor doesn’t suck and I don’t have to repeat the stuff I did last year.

Having a house requires me to clean and fix stuff. I am supposed to prepare healthy food multiple times a day (yeah fucking right–we so eat out of the microwave). Noah has been doing way more than his share.

The Interloper is *not* being accepted by Puff. Which means that both cats are pissed constantly. This results in Puff hissing and not allowing affection and the Interloper is crying constantly and I am having fantasies of harming her. This isn’t good. The Interloper can’t remain in our household.

TNG Con stuff is starting to come faster and harder. I have less than 5 months until D-Day. I have a big job and people who want me to do stuff above and beyond my job. I want to cry or quit or something. I will never ever sign on for this shit again.

I’m sick of having fucking yeast infections constantly. It burns and itches. It is driving me nuts.

I’m sick of people telling me how to get pregnant. It is getting to the point where I am pretty nasty when people start lecturing me on what I “should” do to get pregnant. I don’t want to have sex anymore. Sex isn’t fun. It seems frustrating and disappointing.

I’m not in the mood to talk about how people interact and why it doesn’t work for someone or what they want to get out of their community. I feel like this problem is being laid at my feet and I don’t want to fucking hear it.

And we need to unpack from last weekend, but when? I get to go to a fucking meeting (oh wait, TWO fucking meetings) tomorrow night. Noah has declared Friday to be a coding night (he’s bloody earned it, that doesn’t mean I’m good at being patient with him doing computer stuff while I clean up after *us*). I’m supposed to go dancing, but it seems like a really bad idea considering the rest of my weekend. Saturday I have to go to a training from 9-12. Then we get to have dinner and go see a play with one of Noah’s fucking legion of ex’s. Seeing most of them is anxiety inducing and stressful for me for no good reason at all. Sunday we are hosting a tantra class and the last thing I am in the mood to do right now is be patient or spiritual or breathe. I’m going to be fussy if people cancel though because it will feel like one more thing to happen.

I just want to scream. If you decide to give me well meaning advice don’t feel surprised if you are kicked off my friends list. I don’t want to fucking hear it. This phase will pass, but I’m fucking frustrated.

Yes Virginia, your voice counts too.

We’re talking about racism in all of my classes right now as part of the different units we are doing. So I brought up the Jena 6. (If you have never heard of them, google the term.) The kids are incensed. They asked me how we can help so we are getting together after school tomorrow to figure out how the kidlets can help raise money and awareness.

Have I mentioned lately that I love my job? That my kids are constant sources of amazement to me?

fucking piece of shit BTSA.

Have I mentioned that I hate BTSA? Wow. What a fabulous way to ensure that I *don’t* want to be a teacher.

(BTSA is mandatory for people who have a preliminary credential. It is further training to ensure that we are competent teachers. Near as I can tell what it really does is see who will put up with being treated like they are brain dead. I am so fucking livid at the hoops I have to jump through to have this job.)

Never gets easy to hear

I was teasing the kids who were absent on Friday (so was I). I got to one girl and she told me that she was embarrassed to come because she didn’t have the project they were working on. I asked why not. She said her in-recovery meth addict father got super drunk and destroyed their house. He broke the computer her project was on by throwing it repeatedly against the floor.

She’s staying late and we are going to be talking for a while. I hope I get to help this one.

Update on those parental types who object to “queer”

So I debated whether I should talk to the kidlet about his level of comfort with my disclosure. I decided that I would do it. But then I didn’t get a chance because the kid came up to me instead. He apologized profusely for what his parental types told me. He said that he absolutely does not share their views and he is sorry that they said what they did. He said that he will be not talking to them in the future about this class because he wants me to feel comfortable saying whatever I want.

Sweet.