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Snotty Seniors

When I taught high school, I had a paper on "Senioritis" that I automatically handed my seniors around January 15th. After working in the middle school for ten years, I realize that high school teachers have the same "ego" as that second semester senior. I DREAD any meeting involving 7-12 teachers. This morning we met with one of the high schools because our power is still out. 95% of the questions (complaints) were brought forth by the high school staff. The saying, "There are no stupid questions," is not factual. Yes, there are stupid questions.

Later in the morning came the second round with the three middle schools and both high schools. I'm not sure why other middle school teachers sit back and listen to their high school counterparts without voicing their opinions. Surely I'm not the only one offended by their attitude and snottiness. Truly it's not as much their words as the tone of their voice. Examples: "...as it turns out some of the middle school kids are reading..." Some of the middle school kids are reading a book on the high school list (oh yeah, it is also designated to one of the eighth grades). This was followed by, "...I'm not accusing anyone of anything..." When you start out with I'm not accusing, you're accusing! YUCK! I really HATE meeting with high school teachers while I love talking with my middle school colleagues.

While I was taking notes of the absurd things the high school teachers were saying, I was also reading my desk. "Ticking away, the moments that make up a dull day/Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way." My desk had more to say than most people in the meeting.

While I'm going on about school, I would like to mention my principals ROCK. Today was the second day without power. Instead of forcing us to attend a meeting in another building, we were told to do what was best for us (go home or work in room). Tomorrow instead of having the meeting in the morning and working in our rooms in the afternoon, they are going to flip flop the schedule knowing we would feel more comfortable if our room stuff was done. Awesome!

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