Not me. My principal.
I think one of the problems with administrators is that they need to spend more time with students in the classroom. Not sitting in the back of the room, creating a list of all the things the teacher is doing wrong – actual teaching. I like the idea of my principal teaching my famous last period class. I suspect, however, there would be better behavior for the principal. After all – it’s the principal.
I submitted THE LETTER on Monday to my superintendent, indicating my intent to retire as of June 30. According to school policy, it is irrevocable. This means the deed is done. I am retiring. I told the principal, and the principal said, “Congratulations.” I finally did this because I had an AHA moment over the weekend. I realized that I have been torturing myself, and everyone around me, for the entire year, with my sole tired topic of conversation – should I or shouldn’t I retire? Every day of the year I have been taking my temperature on the topic, and I haven’t been able to decide. Then I realized that if I stayed another year, I would torture myself next year on the same topic. Sometimes you have to just tear off the bandaid, so I did. And it only took me about seven months.
So I now have exactly fifty-three days left in the teaching profession, not that I am counting. This does not count weekends, vacations and holidays. We will have two extra days off over Memorial Day weekend, because we didn’t use any snow days, so the number is really fifty-one days, not that I’m counting. I am planning on taking a personal day in May to visit the parents in Florida, so it is really fifty days, but, as I said, I’m not counting.
So I have exactly fifty days left after a thirty-six year career in the profession. The principal knows this. So what in the world would motivate the principal to drop in and observe my famous last period class today?
The not-so-smart Asian kid, Cam, was absent. Fart Boy was present with his newest shadow aide, a very peculiar retired Lietuenant Colonel career army man, who, for some unknown reason, has decided it would be fun to spend his golden years with a flatulent middle school boy. (I don’t know what happened to the ultra-cool H, who had been his aide all year. He has suddenly disappeared. Maybe the noxious fumes finally did him in.) Boy from Russia was also in attendance. With the absence of Cam, they were not as bad as they can be, but they were hardly model students. The principal stayed for about half of the class period.
Really? I have been teaching for thirty-six years and have fifty days left. Suddenly, the principal, who hasn’t taught a class in more than twenty years, who has never taught an “inclusion” class with students who have shadow aides, comes to visit the class from Hell, the class which I have bemoaning since September, the class of students which the principal said should never have been put together, and now has suggestions for classroom management?
As I said. Clueless.
- Day #144 (March 19) – 8.5 hours
- Day #145 (March 20) – 8.5 hours
- Day #146 (March 21) – 8 hours
- Day #147 (March 22) – 10 hours
- Day #148 (March 26) – 9 hours
- Day #149 (March 27) – 9.5 hours
- Day #150 (March 28) – 8 hours
- Day #151 (March 29) – 9 hours
- Day #152 (March 30) – 8 hours
Total Hours: 1079.5 +196 = 1275.5