School officials have elected August 5 as the first day of school for students. We the teachers report for duty Monday. It's the hottest it's been all summer. I just don't get it, but at this point I may as well whine about the shrimp in my shrimp po'boy being fried, because that's jes' the way i's gonna'be. Shark Week, the zenith of summer programming, hasn't even started, and I'm getting ready for school. Brian is headed back to AK this Tuesday for a week for 75% work, 25% play. He's going to mail me a postcard.
I actually went in yesterday at the administration's request to straighten up the rooms in "B-Hall" for a parent's night. I moved to B-Hall at the end of last year which is where the rest of the math teachers are located. The teacher whose room I inherited had left the school and left the room a disaster, but my Moss Point High School math teacher friend and I gutted, cleaned, and stored all my stuff in so it would be ready for 2010-2011. Well, I discovered I was assigned to a different room and thus, inherited another mess left by a retired teacher comprised of economics and government textbooks and a year's worth of tests, study guides, and kid crud piled high in the closet, filing cabinet, and book case. They must know I'm part Polish and just love cleaning. What was I going to do? Argue with the secretary who gave me the key and has nothing to do with the room assignment? We have a new principal. I'm excited about the new year. But as Rosa Parks as my witness, I shall not be moved again.
I didn't meet any parents because I was so filthy and exhausted by the time I left. Thankfully, my good teacher friend from Ocean Springs High School came with me to help me hang stuff and check the school out. We didn't get to decorating because of the four hours it took moving and scrubbing stuff.
I have to keep a journal for my last series of Master's classes, so this is where it's going to be. It's an adventure of sorts. From this point on, consider this blog the...
MISEDUMACATION OF MRS. B.
My name is "Mrs. Bergeron." I teach math at Moss Point High School where the students call me "Mrs. B" which just sounds like "Muz B." I started this past January, and this will be my second semester teaching Geometry in the newly appointed room B-48. There's a lot I've observed that doesn't make a whole lot of sense, so rather than bitch to Brian about it, I'm just going to blog. Enjoy!
Logic Free Situation #1: Why are we starting school so *&&^*&^%$$#$#@! early.
Logic Free Situation #2: Hosting a parent night before all the teachers have set up their rooms, before the bathrooms have been cleaned, and on a Friday night. When most of the parents are in their mid- to late-20s, who's going to spend Friday night at their kids' high school. But hey, at least there's soap in the bathroom... for now.
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| Geometry Al Fresco with last year's class in March. Where's the rest of the class you ask? I often asked myself the same question. |
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