no longer exciting

No, not school. School never ceases to be exciting. Sometimes I sit and think, "Geez, I have 176 more days with those kids... Damn!" And other times I'm like, "This is going to be so much fun spending so much time with these kids." Teaching is so wishy washy.

Along with it being wishy washy, it makes for not so exciting blog entries. I was thinking today, "Now that school has started and there's nothing extremely new to write about, and I have no friends that I am in contact with daily, my blog entries are going to be really dull." So THIS is no longer exciting. I guess I could write about my problem child... "Joe" as my mom refers to him. I refuse to write his name in here because it escapes my mouth eleventy-seven times a day. Boo.

I guess I can write about this heifa of a teacher who teaches 5th grade. Part of me is upset at the fact that she is grown, a teacher, and she has done enough in a week and a half to make me not like her... the other part of me is tickled that even though I am "grown" and have a real job, there are still people around to jump all over my nerves.

It first started when I met her last Monday. David, the other 4th grade teacher was introducing me to her and called her over from this conversation she was having with another teacher. She was talking to the other teacher very loud and excitedly, so I figured she was going to be a very nice and friendly lady. Well, she came over and her facial expression immediately turned to stone. I was like, "Hi, I'm Hamilton Parks!" all friendly and everything. She was like, "Hi." BOO! Then David began talking to her about college football and she immediately perked up and started being all cheery again.

Well, if that wasn't enough, many times when I have seen her walking through the halls early in the morning, she'll say good morning to everyone but me! And I was not going to be the first to say good morning, just because of that mess she pulled on the first day for teachers.

Then, on Tuesday, amidst the chaos that is dismissal at ENSA, I was in my room with the magnet bus students and I heard her yelling at the top of her lungs at the 4th and 5th grade car riders and other bus riders waiting in the hall. This was not a stern "pay-attention-you-need-to-listen-for-instructions" yell, but this was a "shut-the-hell-up-you-wretched-bastard-children" yell. It infuriated me to know that some of MY students were being exposed to her ugliness. To make matters worse, among the confusion, I sent out my magnet students when the announcement for "Miss Jackie's" bus was called (this is part of the ENSA dismissal confusion... why the students only know their bus route based on the name of the driver is unbeknonwnst to me). Miss Jackie is apparently some heifa that drives the magnet bus. Well, old narrow behind 5th grade superbitch did not know this because SHE DIDN'T HAVE MISS JACKIE'S KIDS IN HER ROOM LIKE I DID (whore). So when I sent them down the hall, she started huffing and puffing at the other teachers, "What is this?! Where are they going?! They aren't supposed to be leaving!" I looked at her, smirked, and went back into my room about my business.

THEN... (and this made me SO mad) I was on duty yesterday morning. I was sitting in the hallway when the kids got to school and I was supposed to make sure that the early arriving 4th graders come in, sit down in front of their class, get a book, and read without talking. Well, I see the heifa enter the hallway. I didn't think anything of it really... I was just like, "Well, she isn't on duty, 'cause Ms. Foster is down there on duty for the 5th graders." She was in and out of her room... I guess preparing for the day, but then, she came down to the 4th grade hall and for the first time since that Monday, she spoke to me: "Is Mr. Field in there?" she asked, pointing to David's door. I didn't say anything. I just nodded and she walked by. Well, one would think that if the whole hallway is supposed to be quiet, and if the students follow the MODELING that the teacher does, this Jezebel would talk quietly to David... especially since a few minutes before, she was down on the 5th grade hall saying "You can only talk if you have a college degree. Come show me a college degree and then you can talk." No. This succubus was talking loud and clear to David who wasn't even standing 2 feet away from her. David wasn't talking as loud, probably just because he isn't a hobitch, but this woman was not trying to keep her voice low at all. So, needless to say, the kids took this as an open invitation to talk. So, I decided to kill 2 birds with 1 stone: "EXCUSE ME, BUT THERE IS NO TALKING! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE READING!" And I said it loud and clear... WAY louder than our 5th grade heeza. She was a little startled and quieted down a little. David got even quieter... even though I had no problem with the volume of his voice.

UGH! I REALLY don't like that woman. She excites me though, because I really do need something to keep me entertained on a grown up level at that school.

Alas, after tomorrow, its no more 5th grade jerkface woman for 2 days... yay for the weekend!