Saturday, January 17, 2009

I Realize I Am Just Rambling On Here...

One of the things I love the best about teaching is getting to know things about my students other than the difficulties they have in math. When one of my students is on a sports team, I try to attend at least one game during the year. I know you teachers in small towns do this all the time but NYC teachers usually head for the door as soon as the last bell rings.

When I was young, I attended every after school function and had fun at all activities. When my kids were young they came with me. Every play, every ball game, every student helped shape their formative years. Even as a burnt out Suit hater, I attended soft ball games and soccer games. My son played on a neighbor school's team and I would run from side to side to cheer, depending on whether he was in the game or not.

Joe is one of the stars of the basketball team. For two years he drove me crazy and while I am glad he is with another teacher this term, I will never stop caring him. He is a senior and I am off this week from the college so I decided this is a good time to watch his game. This kid is dynamite on the court. His guidance counselor thinks he might make it to the pros. It is a shame that he messed up academically and blew some opportunities for college scholarships. Joe is one of the smartest kids I've ever met. (I felt terrible about not being able to pass him last term.) He is a fine young man. I hope he gets picked up by some college preparatory school and ends up with a big career.

Drew is one of my current geometry students. He was not doing well in the beginning of the term but about two months ago he got bitten by the study bug and his grades have drastically improved. This kid was dynamite on the court. He and Joe passed the ball back and forth and made the other team look like the Washington Generals being played by the Harlem Globetrotters. Drew's dad was at the game. In fact, he goes to every game he can. Drew is his dad's sun (no, I did not spell this wrong) shine. With a dad like this, it is no wonder that Drew is as special a kid as he is. Aside from his basketball skills, Drew is a truly fine young man. When a member of the opposing team got knocked down, Drew was the first one on the line to help him up.

As teachers, it is important to recognize that not all our students are created equally but they all (yes, even the crazy ones) have some special talent. Recognizing it and praising it can go a long way in helping them succeed in school and in life. I know this is not an easy thing to do. Believe me, after 30 years of teaching I have seen many kids whose redeeming values are almost impossible to find. But, if you can find it, and build on it, you have a chance to help save that child. You don't have to go to a game or after school activity to do this. Praise the girl who wrote an article for the school newspaper. Praise the kid who showed up in class 5 days in a row. Be creative. Look really deep. Find the good in everyone.

You Can't Make This Stuff Up



In Boynton, Florida, Michael Harrison and Kevin Carter were arrested and charged with armed robbery and murder in their attempt to raise money to attend the police academy.


Bizarre News

Friday, January 16, 2009

Update

New post on Packemin HS. I don't think the feed works because the blog is restricted. Sorry about that.

It Feels So Good Now That The Boil On Your Butt Is Gone



Most people were so used to the pain they did not even feel it. Now everyone feels relief.

The music has stopped.
The brain teasers have stopped.
The announcements have stopped.

Life is good without Suit around!

I Love My Remote Starter

It's 7:14 and my car is warming itself thanks to the remote starter I got for my birthday.

I'm warm and toasty waiting for the heat to come on. (Its an old car and takes 10 minutes to heat.)

I'm reading my e-mail while I wait.

I'll share this joke I just received:

At 85 years of age, Wally married Anne, a lovely 25 year
old. Since her new husband is so old, Anne decides that after their
wedding she and Wally should have separate bedrooms, because she is
concerned that her new but aged husband may overexert himself if they spend
the entire night together.After the wedding festivities Anne prepares
herself for bed and the expected 'knock' on the door. Sure enough the knock
comes, the door opens and there is Wally, her 85 year old groom, ready for
action.They unite as one.All goes well, Wally takes leave of his bride, and she
prepares to go to sleep. After a few minutes, Anne hears another knock
on her bedroom door, and it's Wally. Again he is ready for more
'action.' Somewhat surprised, Anne consents for more coupling.When the
newlyweds are done, Wally kisses his bride, bids her a fond goodnight and
leaves. She is set to go to sleep again,but, aha you guessed it..... Wally
is back again, rapping on the door, and is as fresh as a 25-year-old,
ready for more 'action.'And, once again they enjoy each other. But as
Wally gets set to leave again, his young bride says to him, 'I am thoroughly
impressed that at your age you can perform so well and so often. I have
been with guys less than a third of your age who were only good once. You
are truly a great lover, Wally.'Wally, somewhat embarrassed, turns to Anne and
says: .......'You mean I was here already?'

*The moral of the story:**Don't be afraid of getting old, senior moments have advantages*

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Trailer Trash No More


Chaz asked: Did they make a path to your trailer?

I'm no longer in the trailer. Ex-Principal Suit did not like my complaining about security so he punished me. He took me out of the trailer and put me in the building.

I thought I would hate it back inside, but surprise, surprise, I'm happy to be back. It is nice not to have to carry my coat all day long. It is great to have a place to leave my things and to not have to worry about who is going to walk in off the street.

Hey Suit, I hope you don't read this but if you do, Thanks! You did me a favor. Now that I am in, I don't want to go back out. I'm trailer trash no more!

Snowy Day

The park--it looks like a planet in outer space.
Snow hitting my camera lens as I waited for the bus this morning.
The view of my street. It was pretty clean. I guess I could have driven. My four wheel drive car, the car I insisted I needed for snow days sits in the driveway whenever it snows. I am afraid to drive in it.
The guy cleaning the front of school. I love trucks. This is the job I aspire to.
Bench in our school courtyard. I just wanted to slide my tush across the fresh clean snow.
This tree looked so sad, bent over from the heavy snow.



Luckily the snow was not too bad. I was going to drive until I looked out this morning. I didn't feel like going through the day worrying about getting home when my school is a mere 20 minute, 2 bus ride away.



The snow looks so pretty but I hate it. I prefer these sandmen


to snowmen.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Teacher ADD



I really think I have ADD. I'm in the middle of marking test papers. The couch is cluttered with geometry and calculus exams. The floor is also covered with papers. My lesson for tomorrow's geometry class is also somewhere in that mess and I still have to decide what I want to do in calculus. Here I am, taking pictures, downloading pictures and writing this meaningless dribble.

I have papers to mark, lessons to write and I walk the halls of the school. I use any excuse to wander around and not sit still. This is the reason my house is in the condition above.

Do other teachers ever have this problem?

They Are Failing Because....


Today, in my geometry class, which is comprised primarily of eleventh graders, I spent ten minutes explaining why 2 times one half was one and not four. They understood the concept of half of $2 being $1 but the actual multiplication was lost on quite a few of them.


No wonder these kids can't pass geometry.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Donate Blood--It Does Not Hurt

My arm and my sticker

Basket of goodies for after a donation (or before, if like me, you need to eat)

I've been negligent lately in my blood donations. I was due to donate in October but, due to extreme laziness I did not go until today. While my mom was alive I was great at going every 56 days. I knew that the blood others donated was keeping her alive and I wanted to do my part to do the same for others. I vow to try to get back to my 56 day schedule.

I started donating blood in my early teaching years. I worked right across the street for a blood center and my math teacher friends and I made it an annual event. The problem was that I did not weigh the minimum 110 pound required to donate. Not wanting to be left out, I wore a shirt with big pockets loaded down with heavy books. I managed to make the weight limit every time doing this.

Cheating on my weight was not the smartest thing I ever did. My friends would all donate and be up and out in twenty minutes. I would get dizzy and have to hang around for quite a while. My friend L had the same problem. He weighed 120 pounds but at 6 feet tall, that was not enough. To this day, everyone still laughs at us.

I now weigh enough but sometimes I still get dizzy. It takes me a while to be up and out. I hate the needle going into my arm and I hate the feeling as the blood is coming out of me. I love knowing that I am doing a good deed. The good feelings outweigh the bad by so much that not giving is not an option for me.

So, if you are reading this and you are in good health--GO DONATE BLOOD. It doesn't hurt all that much. Save a life! It feels good.

Food Channel




The college is on vacation until the end of the month.

I love my job there but it is so nice to be home every evening, especially in the winter.

I forgot how much I love the Food Channel on Monday nights, especially those breakfast foods.

Of course I have to eat while I watch. There goes my attempts at losing the weight I gained in Jamaica.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Stupid Teachers


I hate to say anything negative about my colleagues but some of them are the epitome of stupid.

We had a faculty conference today. The administration was great. (I'm waiting for the lightning to strike me for writing that.) They said what they had to say and were ready to let us leave early. You would think veteran teachers would appreciate this and keep their mouths shut. But, this did not happen? NO!!!!!!!

The APO was talking about protocol for regents exams. She pointed out the problems with cell phones in the past and told everyone proctoring to collect phones at the start of the exam. She said she would provide rubber bands to attach phones to ID cards so the phones would be easy to achieve at the end of the exam.

Sounds simple, right? Sounds uncomplicated? If I was not in the room I would not have believed the comments I heard. "What if a kid forgets?" "What if you hear a phone go off?" "What if the sky is falling?"

We finally have a principal that respects the staff and respects our time but we still work with a bunch of morons that cannot possibly think for themselves or get through a forty minute meeting without hearing their own voices.

I need a drink.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Profitable Faculty Conference


After school faculty conferences suck big time. After a full day of teaching I don't care what the topic is. I'm tired. I want to go home. Nothing being said can hold my interest.

Last month's conference was different. I sat with my friend who was filling out raffle tickets for an organization she belongs to. I wanted to help her out so I took out $5 and bought five tickets. I figured I wouldn't miss the money and was making a contribution to a worthy organization. Imagine my surprise when a $50 check, my prize, came in the mail. I did the only thing I could do with it, took my friend out for beers and dinner.

Wouldn't it be great if every faculty conference could be this profitable?

My Two Beautiful Children and Larry


They all got along so well this past weekend.

Even Larry let my daughter hold him.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Basic Training


I don't give too many big tests in calculus, mainly because I have trouble keeping quiet for two periods in a row. But, I also don't like to over stress the kids. I feel if they made it to AP calculus, they paid their dues. Now, it is their turn to learn without stressing about grades. So, instead of 100 point major tests, I give quite a few little exams (one period) and take-home exams. Each short answer question is worth 1 point and the long questions are worth 9 points. I try to keep AP standards when I mark and, when I am in doubt, I just mark the question wrong. At the end of the marking period, I add up all the points and figure out some sort of curve. No one who is working gets under an 85 and almost all the grades are between 85 and 95. The kids don't really know how they are doing until they get their report cards. The only thing I tell them when I go over an exam is the class average so they can see how they did compared to everyone else. The AP exam is marked on a big curve. To get a 5, they can score 70 out of 108 points (sometimes more, sometimes less.) These kids are not used to not being able to complete an exam and they are certainly not used to not knowing everything on it, so calculus is a new experience for them.

The most important thing I try to teach my students is how to think. They learn the basic skills but the application of these skills is a killer. No two problems are the same. In the past, they memorized materials taught in class and regurgitated it all on an exam without real understanding. They hate thinking.

Our midterm is coming up. It will be a double period exam. During the first period, they will be given calculator problems and during the second no calculator is permitted. I know the test is hard and long. Most won't finish. But, they have to learn to budget their time and they have to know that skipping a few 1-point questions won't harm their scores.

I've been spending this week reviewing. I even stayed two hours after school helping them yesterday and today. They are upset because I won't tell them exactly what is on the exam. I won't give them review sheets.

My students are smart but, they are kids. They are not as energetic as they ought to be. They won't work too hard if they think they can cram it all at the last minute. I have to toughen them up now, so they can succeed in May. I know my methods work. Last year, I had over 90% of my class pass with grades primarily of 4's and 5's. They walk out of the exam and tell me how much easier it was than anything I gave them to do all semester. I know its not easy. I've just gotten them to do the unthinkable. I've gotten them to think.

I know the grades on the midterm will not be good, but that is okay. It is only January. By May, they will be ready. I have a good group this term. I know they will succeed.

An Advance Apology to Any Man Who Reads This Post

Have you ever wondered how a woman's brain works?
Well....it's finally explained here in one,
easy-to-understand illustration:



Every one of those little blue balls is a thought
about something that needs to be done, a decision or
a problem that needs to be solved.

A man has only 2 balls and they take up all his thoughts .

(From an e-mail from a friend--it just begged to be shared!)

The Useless UFT

Get sent to the rubber room. See what the UFT will do to help you. Read it here.

Friday, January 09, 2009

Excellent Birthday


I got an e-mail from a student from last year's AP class wishing me a happy birthday. I'm shocked she remembered.

My daughter came home to spend the weekend with me! She left her boyfriend behind so we would have more time together. We saw A Hundred Years Of Broadway at Queens Theater in The Park (free tickets courtesy of the English AP). It was wonderful.

I got a remote starter for my car from my husband, although it was my son's idea. I have an old car and it takes forever to get warm in the morning. I can now be nice and comfy on my way to work.

Getting old is not so bad. Think of the alternative.

Student Of The Month


On my way to drop off some stuff at central copy, I noticed the bulletin board outside the Principal's office was full of pictures of students of the month. I recognized quite a few faces. They were kids in my AP classes, all with averages over 100. I was not surprised to see them there. I then noticed Sam's picture. Sam is one of my geometry "knuckleheads". I love Sam, he is passing the class, but not exactly what I would consider student of the month material, at least not in my class.

Walking away from the bulletin board, I ran into Sam. I congratulated him a few times and really raved about his accomplishment. He was so proud of himself. He told me he took pictures of the bulletin board to show his parents. I then asked him how he got up there. His answer "I have no idea." I only have a 76 average. I told him that he probably excels in one class. He said emphatically, NO! I said, maybe he improved tremendously in one class. Again, he answered NO! He said the principal called him down, took his picture and said "Congratulations." Someone else just told him to feel proud.

I'm sure Sam was told why he got this special recognition. I'm glad he got it. Putting his picture on the board was great for his self image. In fact, I know it meant a lot more to him than it did to the kids with the 100+ averages. They either never mentioned it or just shrugged it off. I'm hoping more kids like Sam get to see themselves up there.

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Ms. Palley's Tradition



Ten zillion years ago, when I was a high school student, a math teacher took all the students who got 100 on the regents exam out to lunch to a very elegant restaurant. (Patricia Murphys on Central Ave in Yonkers, NY)

When she called to invite me, my mom almost had a heart attack. In all my years of school, no teacher had ever called her and it took her a few minutes to register the fact that nothing was wrong. I will remember that lunch always and the good feeling I had dining with her, another math teacher and several schoolmates.

This tradition is a tradition that I have carried into my own teaching career, but with a slight variation. I don't reward my 100 or even my 90 students. Those kids are bright and would succeed with any teacher. I like to reward my 65 and 70 students, those students who struggled to succeed. Through hard work the did they accomplished something they deemed unaccomplishable, passing.

We don't go for a fancy lunch. Nowadays, I would not drive with as student in my car. We just walk over to the local pizza shop and celebrate the victory with pizza and cokes, but that is enough.
I'm not teaching any courses that end in a regents this term, but I taught the first two terms of Math B last year and feel a strong tie to a few of the students. I've promised to go partying (pizza and cokes) when they pass the regents. (notice, I did not say if!)

I don't know if you are still alive. I'm sure you are no longer teaching but I want to thank you, Ms. Palley, for giving me this tradition to pass on to others.

Ms Bitch


"Ms. POd, can I talk to you for a few minutes" yelled Cari as I walked towards the cafeteria today. I said "Of course. I am never too busy to talk to one of my favorite students."


Cari was upset. It seems that she told one of her teachers, Ms. Bitch, that she plans to go to the local community college next year and the teacher started yelling at her. Ms. Bitch said that school was for losers and people who couldn't do anything. Ms. Bitch told Cari that unless she went to a four year college she was wasting her time.


Cari always had great grades until she got to high school. Here, she really had to produce and the work was difficult for her. Although she is graduating on time with a regents diploma, she does not feel ready to face college. She wants two years to improve her skills and get ready for the big time.


I hated to do this but I did it anyways. I told Cari that Ms. Bitch has no clue as to what she is talking about. I teach at that college and know that it is a fine school. While it is easy to get in, it is not easy to graduate. But, in contrast to the larger college, this is a place that will help her through. She will get guidance and tutoring and possibly even scholarship money. Knowing Cari as well as I do, I know she is making the right decision.


I don't know what is wrong with teachers like Ms Bitch. Why do they have to put kids down? Why do they have to make nasty comments about things they know nothing about? I'm guessing that Cari does not have the grades to get into a four year college. Why make Cari feel so bad about herself?

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

ATR Question


An ATR is supposed to cover a certain program for a total of one week.

Is the ATR required to leave sub lessons in case she is absent?

I Must Be Missing Something


The DOE is running radio ads recruiting teachers.

I heard the commercial on Z100 this morning as I was getting ready for work.

They are looking for people who want to be heroes.

There are 100s of ATRs without classrooms, yet the city feels it must advertise for more teachers.

School budgets are at an all time low. Extra curricular activities are being cut. Tutoring programs are being cut.
MONEY IS BEING SPENT ON ADVERTISING!!!!

I just don't get it.

Visitors


The first week in January brings back last years students, those on break from college who miss the warmth and love they felt in high school. I've had many visits from my AP calculus kids. They all return beaming with pride and boasting about acing their freshman math class. I love the fact that they credit their high school knowledge for the success they have achieved in college. It does my ego good to hear them come into my current class and tell my current students what a great teacher I am!

This years visitors haven't only been the high achievers. Many of the "strugglers" have also returned. I got the biggest hug from R today. R was in my class a few years ago and to put it mildly, he was slightly nuts at the time. That year, there were lots of Jewish holidays on school days and R tried to convince all his teachers he was Jewish (he's not) so he could take off. Every Friday, he would say "shabbat shalom" as he left my class.

As R was hugging me today, he said that I was his favorite teacher at Packemin HS. He said I looked out for him and he appreciated it. I didn't think he appreciated me taking away a big metal rod from him. Although I knew he was harmless, I did not think it was wise for an African American kid to ride the bus and walk the neighborhood with this weapon in his hand. And, while he did not appreciate my taking it away from him at the moment, he is glad now that I did. He complained about another teacher who always talked down to him and did not have the patience for his stupidity.

You can't hear a pin drop in my classroom. You never could and you never will. Maybe kids are losing out because of the noise but the affect I had on R and kids like him is important and something you can't get in the room where you can hear the pin drop. No teacher is perfect. I know, I am very far from that but I serve a purpose. I can reach kids like R. I can get them to pass. I can get them to feel good about themselves and give them some good feelings about school.

R did not go straight to college from high school. He needed some time to grow up. Well, he is finally ready to go back. He is going to start the local community college at the end of this month. He might not be as successful (at the moment or even ever) as some of the AP kids but, I was as happy, or even happier to see him than I was to see them.

I can't wait to see who else is going to stop by to visit.

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

The Untamed Teacher

The Untamed Teacher is back. Please go visit her site. Her stuff is much more important than the dribble I write here.

I-Pods In Math

I was just about to tell Kevin to put away his I-pod, when I looked down and saw the graph of the function we were looking at on it. I did not know I-pods had this capability. He said that he downloaded a program with math applications and that is why he was able to do this.

Some days, I just love my job. I yelled at Kevin. "It's kids like you that are keeping me from retiring."

Limbo Lower Now


"Come and be video taped. Wear your best clothes and don't forget to put on makeup. We want you to smile nice for the camera. If you are old, ugly or fat, do not bother showing up. There will be no job for you. If you are pregnant, stay home as well."


This is the call being made to ATRs. (The old, ugly, fat and pregnant comments are my editorial comments. They do not come from the union, although I believe they do apply.) The union is hosting a session where ATRs will be taped and their tapes will then be shown to perspective schools.


Randi--HOW LOW CAN YOU GO?????????????

Monday, January 05, 2009

Who Would have Thought This?



As I was walking in to school this morning I heard a secretary call "Rita, can I see you for a minute." Liking the woman, and thinking I have to sign some paper for being out last week, I obliged. Imagine my surprise when she said, "I need your autograph for my nephew. He has been a big fan of Pissed Off Teacher for years." There was no point in denying my later ego. She knew it was me.

I guess I am not as anonymous as I thought I was.

I'm glad I was warned and have been careful with what I write.

I'm Addicted To Posting These



Peanuts 1/5/09

Buyout For DC Teachers

Thanks to Saddleshoe:

700 Teachers Are Offered BuyoutLongtime Educators Would Receive $20,000 Bonus to Leave System This Year
By V. Dion HaynesWashington Post Staff WriterFriday, April 11, 2008; B04
D.C. Schools Chancellor Michelle A. Rhee said yesterday that the school system will offer buyouts to as many as 700 teachers nearing retirement or working at 50 schools slated either for closure or an academic overhaul.
In introducing the program, called the Teacher Transition Award, city and school leaders said they recognize the widespread uncertainty expressed by many teachers over what likely will be a tumultuous new school year. In the fall, Rhee plans to close 23 schools and reorganize 27 others where students have repeatedly lagged on the system's standardized tests, two initiatives that are expected to displace numerous teachers.
Many teachers "are aware of the fast-paced changes," Mayor Adrian M. Fenty (D) said at the news conference, held outside the central administration building at 825 North Capitol St. NE. "It's safe to say this will give principals and the chancellor more certainty about staffing plans."
Rhee and other officials said the program will cost $10 million this year and will offer buyouts ranging from $1,000 to $20,000 depending on years of service. It is not a way to get rid of teachers deemed to be poor performers, they added, but a response to a huge demand from teachers who are interested in leaving the system early.
While the program does not lower the retirement age, it offers a $20,000 bonus to those who opt to leave the school system this year. Teachers eligible for the $20,000 bonus are those who are 55 with 30 years of service, 60 with 20 years of service or 62 with five years of service.
Teachers at the schools slated for closure or reorganization qualify for the program regardless of their years of service. Bonuses are offered on a sliding scale: Teachers with more than 20 years would get $20,000, and those with five years or fewer would get $1,000.
"This will benefit the system and our hardworking teachers," Rhee said.
Although 1,700 of the system's 4,300 teachers are eligible for the buyout, city officials limited the offer to the first 700 who apply. Officials expect the program to ultimately save $13 million. Eligible teachers are required to apply for the program by April 25.
"We wanted to allow ourselves to offer the award to as many qualified teachers as possible," said Rhee's spokeswoman, Mafara Hobson. "There's a certain amount of money. Once we hit that limit, it's all gone."
Several teachers contacted yesterday, none of whom wanted to be identified because of fears that they would be reprimanded, expressed anger that the retirement age was not lowered and that more money was not offered.
"The union and the administration led us to believe this would be an early-out program," said a 20-year veteran. "We were expecting them to lower the [retirement age] to 50 or 53. . . . This is disappointing."
A teacher at a school slated for closure, who also has worked in the system for more than 20 years, said she expected a bonus of $25,000. "We're part of the D.C. government. Why aren't we getting what they're getting?" she said.
"I don't want to work where someone doesn't want me," she added. "There's no positive attitude for senior teachers. They don't feel we're doing a good job."
Clay White, chief of staff for the Washington Teachers' Union, which worked with Rhee in devising the program, said: "Certainly our members would have preferred a broader-based program inclusive of an early-out retirement opportunity for all teachers, especially those who wish to leave the system but are not eligible for full retirement. Unfortunately, this could not be accomplished legislatively before the end of the school year."
Nathan Saunders, general vice president of the union, said he opposed the buyout program. "I'm interested in seeing people come into the profession and staying instead of people so dissatisfied with public education that they can't wait to get out," he said.
Rhee said she is in the process of determining how many teachers will be needed in the new downsized system next year. At the same time the school system is offering buyouts, she said it also is conducting an aggressive recruiting campaign to find teachers to fill vacancies.

Buyouts Only For The Rich


Tim was a high powered executive for a major automobile company. In September, he was offered a buyout. Tim said "No, I'm not ready to retire." Tim's boss said "Take the money now. There might not be any available a few months from now."


Tim took the money and retired.


Too bad the poor union workers left behind will have no such options.


(This is a true story, told to me yesterday by Tim's wife.)

Sunday, January 04, 2009

I Surprised My Family

We weren't home during Chanukah so tonight was the traditional dinner that we missed. I usually hate cooking but decided to go all out today, my last night before school starts again.




The salad


The turkey (for my carnivores)

The meatballs (for my carnivores)


The potato latkas

The two hungry men in my family and my son's friend.

And of course Rita. She is never far away when there is food on the table.


Not Dreading Tomorrow


I am definitely going to wait until summer vacation to decide whether I should retire this year or not. When I am at work, I am tired and frustrated and ready to pack it in. Yet, as I contemplate returning tomorrow, I feel excitement, not dread. (OK, a little dread. I am really not looking forward to getting up at 6:15 while the house is cold and everyone in it is asleep.)

I know I am nuts, but I missed the lunacy that goes with my life as a teacher. I missed the captive audience that laughs at my jokes and reveres my teaching. I missed the kids coming to me for advice. I even missed those geometry kids whose main goal in life is to torture me and every other teacher around. Maybe I need more of a life, but I need the satisfaction achieved by getting some of the scatterbrains to succeed.

I even missed my confrontations with Mr. AP. Even when I lose a battle, I feel I am winning the war with him. He hates arguing with me because he knows he can never get the last word in. I often walk out on him with the word "fine", but he knows it is not fine. He knows that although I say he has won, he hasn't.

If I leave, I will never know if I managed to irritate this principal as much as I have irritated every other principal in the past. I will not get the answer to my son's question "Does the principal irritate you before you irritate him, or is it the other way around?" I will miss watching the young generation of teachers grow up. There are so many fine ones out there and if they can just not be corrupted by NCLB and all these standardized tests, they will be wonderful educators for future generations.

People say the best time to retire is the end of June to double dip, collect pension and summer pay. Money has never been my driving issue. While I am not rich, I have enough. If money was the issue, I would have left almost two years ago.

Vacations are good. In the two weeks we were off, I spent a week in Jamaica, saw a movie I really wanted to see (The Boy In The Striped Pajamas), saw a Broadway play (Boeing Boeing- closed today so you can't see it), shopped, ate out, saw friends and relaxed. I even got to sleep off the affects of a bad cold. But, can I do this forever? I'm not sure. I need to see how I feel during the summer, during the two month break.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Jail Warden Would Be An Easier Parent


Having a teacher for a mom can be hard on kids. My son would be the first one to attest to this.

The year he finished fifth grade, he brought home a report card with a fairly low English grade. When I found out it was due to poor homework, I hit the ceiling. He had to be punished but, the punishment had to fit the crime.

After much thought it hit me, BOOK REPORTS!!! What better way to teach him the error of his ways than to have him make up the work he did not do all year. Since reading and writing were not his forte, this assignment tortured him. He had to complete a book and a report every two weeks. He toiled away at the computer, cursed me under his breath and did the work I demanded.

You might think he learned something from this, but that was not the immediate case. Every year after, there was always some class his work was not complete in. In the long run, I think it helped. He graduated from a prestigious university as a computer engineer and is currently a few credits away from completing his masters degree. He loves to read and is a wonderful writer. I however got immediate (and slightly sadistic) satisfaction out of watching him toil away. His friends (he is now 26) still laugh at his summer of book reports.

Friday, January 02, 2009

I Never Get Tired Of These

The ice skaters at Rockefeller Center The drummer soldier


The flute playing soldier




Of course, the tree





The flags




The chandeliers at a Broadway Theater. This one is from the Longacre where we saw one of the last performances of Boeing Boeing. (Very funny, closing on Sunday)




No post would be complete without Mr. Photogenic himself, Larry.


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