So today it was back to the old grindstone. I talked about my last day of freedom, but now it's teachin' time!
I'm not gonna lie, it feels great to be back! We started off with a big assembly with everyone in my . . . conglomerate. Without going into too much details, we have a bunch of partner schools, and twice a year we all get together - at the beginning and at the end. This year we have a new leader, a type of superintendent, if you will. He seems like a decent guy, much better than our previous "leader." For one, he has a personality.
That always helps.
Anyway, so the breakfast/assembly was as long-winded as usual. I got recognized as being a tenured teacher, that was pretty exciting! It doesn't really change anything with me, just basically says that they like me and will keep me as long as I want to work there. It feels good though, like a pat on the back and a "good job, Bella!" I thought I was going to get the Blunt Object Award for being tenured, though. I guess I'll get that next year, for my five year recognition.
What's that, you say? Blunt Object Award? That doesn't sound too appealing! Well, the Blunt Object Award is my (increasingly popular) title for something far less cool-sounding: a glass apple. I call it by its other name because every year they hand out these dumb glass apples for every five years you devote to the school. I will get my first one next year. If I stay another five, I will add a second Blunt Object to my collection. This will then increase every five years. At 30, they give you something in a bag. I don't know what's in the bag though. So I get at 30 years, I'll have 5 Blunt Objects and a Bag.
The reason I refer to it as a Blunt Object is that it is IDEAL for special ed kids - such as the ones I work with - for throwing, banging, and hitting. I'm sure they could even get more creative than that. And it would hurt. A lot. So no one who actually works in my school would EVER display it on their desks, for fear of seeing it hurtling towards their face merely because it's Wednesday. Or raining. Or clothes are itching. Or they don't understand. Or myriad of reasons.
Needless to say, the Blunt Object Award is somewhat of a joke in my school. Alas, 'twas not my time this year. But next year, I will have a Blunt Object to call my very own. Perhaps, in 26 years, I'll even be eligible for a Bag. I can hardly wait!
I'm not gonna lie, it feels great to be back! We started off with a big assembly with everyone in my . . . conglomerate. Without going into too much details, we have a bunch of partner schools, and twice a year we all get together - at the beginning and at the end. This year we have a new leader, a type of superintendent, if you will. He seems like a decent guy, much better than our previous "leader." For one, he has a personality.
That always helps.
Anyway, so the breakfast/assembly was as long-winded as usual. I got recognized as being a tenured teacher, that was pretty exciting! It doesn't really change anything with me, just basically says that they like me and will keep me as long as I want to work there. It feels good though, like a pat on the back and a "good job, Bella!" I thought I was going to get the Blunt Object Award for being tenured, though. I guess I'll get that next year, for my five year recognition.
What's that, you say? Blunt Object Award? That doesn't sound too appealing! Well, the Blunt Object Award is my (increasingly popular) title for something far less cool-sounding: a glass apple. I call it by its other name because every year they hand out these dumb glass apples for every five years you devote to the school. I will get my first one next year. If I stay another five, I will add a second Blunt Object to my collection. This will then increase every five years. At 30, they give you something in a bag. I don't know what's in the bag though. So I get at 30 years, I'll have 5 Blunt Objects and a Bag.
The reason I refer to it as a Blunt Object is that it is IDEAL for special ed kids - such as the ones I work with - for throwing, banging, and hitting. I'm sure they could even get more creative than that. And it would hurt. A lot. So no one who actually works in my school would EVER display it on their desks, for fear of seeing it hurtling towards their face merely because it's Wednesday. Or raining. Or clothes are itching. Or they don't understand. Or myriad of reasons.
Needless to say, the Blunt Object Award is somewhat of a joke in my school. Alas, 'twas not my time this year. But next year, I will have a Blunt Object to call my very own. Perhaps, in 26 years, I'll even be eligible for a Bag. I can hardly wait!
1 comment:
when i saw that you like to cross-stitch and read and you teach (i'm sure i didn't spell that right)special- ed my heart skipped a beat! I have a brother who's autistic (very mild) and another brother with down-syndrome, autism, a thing where he can't eat wheat, a thing where he has seizures (pardon me, I don't know all of the names), and bi-polar disorder. My mom has bi-polar as well. and i also love to read and cross-stitch. i just felt a connection (not in a freaky superstitious way) between us, if you know what i mean? well, gotta go.
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