It goes much faster when you are near the end. I clearly recall the day after April break, sitting in front of a calendar and counting off the weeks and "days actually teaching" and thinking "this will be here very soon" but not really believing it.
NW is inded in the Rubber Room, counting her days like the rest of us. You know it's sad, but she will probably just end up with a "U" rating and get a new job in some other shit school where she can curse out someone else's kids.
On Monday we took a very long coach bus ride up to Bear Mountain in the rain, slopped around in puddles, ate Doritos, climbed on wet monkey bars, broke up some fights with kiddies from another school, gossiped about who is dating who [ewwwwww you wouldnt believe how gross my homeroom couples are these days] and drove back very late because 2 teachers [NW's husband and our permanent sub] took a long hike up a mountain and came back an hour late. Guess that No Watch thing is contagious.
Today was game day. All day. I packed about 50 boxes of classroom library book and gave away my school supplies to MFT who said it made her very sad to see me foresaking all of my teaching goods. My homeroom played End of Year Jeopardy with categories like [am I repeating myself?] Name That Student in Our Class, How Well Do You Know Ms. ____? and Name That Teacher. They loved it. I gave away Tootsie Pops and school supplies and hand sanitizers as prizes in true teacher form.
They also filled out their Teacher Report Cards where I make them "grade me" and statistics were fairly positive. The most negative thing a handful of kiddies said is that they already knew some of the stuff we learned from 5th grade, or that I was strict because I gave detention for not wearing your uniform 3 times or not doing homework which is really not debatable. Only 2 students out of 48 claimed that I did not "care about what they thought or felt" and I know just who they are and to be quite honest, I do not care what either of them think or feel at this point so they are correct.
I signed some "Slam Books" [they still make those!!] today, gave out my "teacher email address" and broke about 4 of my fingernails off making boxes, but had a very good day. After school I went with my principal and another principal from my school to a Teacher Hiring Fair in Brooklyn and WOW it was disappointing. I spoke with some really unbelieveable morons. It made me fear for the youth of America and when the principals said "there is no way I'm attending the 'Desperation Fair' in August" I truly sympathized. While I am all for stricter hiring and firing standards, and weeding out the abusive and neglectful and ignorant teachers, I'm fairly sure there are not enough decent ones to replace them!
Tomorrow morning is our breakfast party 1st and 2nd period [my homeroom kids] and then an awards ceremony and lunch and the kidddies go home and we stay till 3 to kill time and gossip and meet with our principal and get sentimental about summertime and the days of yore.
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