There is something to being able to laugh at chaos. Currently there are four meetings going on, but only two were scheduled. The “needs” of the masses are mostly artificial, but never-ending. There has never been such a fake job that was so necessary. Outside my door, actual audio from a Dean of Education at The Local University:
“Teaching is such a rewarding profession
…the pay isn’t great…
you get summers off…
teaching is a rewarding profession
…you don’t want to work when you’re 80, do you?
…teaching is rewarding
Five feet behind my chair, through a wall, there is a fifth meeting, and discussion of RTI. Response to Intervention is inherently good, but I have yet to see it actually carried out with consistency anywhere. The idea of a personalized curriculum (both behavioral and academic) is utopian by nature, and while it’s soothing on paper, in a high-poverty, ever-shifting environment, it is impossible to implement with fidelity. Incidentally, “with fidelity” is something oft-repeated in this industry. It’s Kool-Aid that everyone drinks, but everyone knows it’s bad for you. Jonestown. Amazing. “Thank you! May I have another, please?”
Overheard through the wall: “…has a very real problem with any kind of authority, and refuses to work or do anything asked…”
Ninety degrees from that meeting: “very rewarding profession…”
My phone rings: “Uh, yes, do you know about Situation X?”
“No ma’am–never heard of that; wasn’t aware of that…”
All of this, swirling. I’m thinking of psychological studies that prove Learned Helplessness is real in adults. I’m thinking of how long October, September, and August were.
An email comes through. It’s one of our teachers newer to the profession
and she isn’t sure what to do when her laptop
I’m pouring another cup of the Kool-Aid. Two meetings have ended, and the heat has cut off.
“At the new school” is another adverbial modifier that I love to hear. Construction is “moving along” on the site, and “at the new school” things will be dandy.
“‘Incentives’ are important”