Roofies
No, not the upper although I did get high. On the roof. The monday after Thanksgiving was the perfect time to climb on a roof and fix a hole that leaks about a gallon per day. Especially fitting was that the wind was fierce enough to nearly blow me down like a pirate. The rain was cutting holes in me and there was a giant trying to get me for stealing his harp and golden-egg laying goose. Okay so the rain was not cutting me.
In all honesty, I am not a handy man. But I do seem to be becoming one by the day. I am not perfect by any means and I would much rather concern myself with improving my school and teacher accountability than stand in the rain with a hammer in my hand wondering where the nails are. Stupid nails.
My school is seeming bass ackwards. For some reason we are worried about the comfort levels of our teachers and helping everybody work at their own grade level when dealing with scoring writing assessments. Some just want to work with thier friends. Others are worried that having three people in the same room might make their ears hurt and lose concentration. We are talking 900 square feet. There is not going to be an overabundance of noice in that space or even six people in 1800 square feet.
At any rate, do we need to be in grade level? THis is about the future of our school. I know where my kids are and I trust others to score their papers. I want to know where others are and to have rich conversations with others in my school, at other grade levels. THis is just the first of many writing assessments but I really see this as being wrong. If we set the stage for making poor choices now and lack those rich conversations about writing, when will we make the change? I wonder.
I do not know everything. Nor do I want to. But we need to move forward with this. Not get bogged down with details. Suck it up and score some papers. Get to work and stop worrying about if you can hear.
I find difficulty in being the only heterosexual male teacher in my school at times and really find it difficult to relate to women who are needy and have problems with everything.
In all honesty, I am not a handy man. But I do seem to be becoming one by the day. I am not perfect by any means and I would much rather concern myself with improving my school and teacher accountability than stand in the rain with a hammer in my hand wondering where the nails are. Stupid nails.
My school is seeming bass ackwards. For some reason we are worried about the comfort levels of our teachers and helping everybody work at their own grade level when dealing with scoring writing assessments. Some just want to work with thier friends. Others are worried that having three people in the same room might make their ears hurt and lose concentration. We are talking 900 square feet. There is not going to be an overabundance of noice in that space or even six people in 1800 square feet.
At any rate, do we need to be in grade level? THis is about the future of our school. I know where my kids are and I trust others to score their papers. I want to know where others are and to have rich conversations with others in my school, at other grade levels. THis is just the first of many writing assessments but I really see this as being wrong. If we set the stage for making poor choices now and lack those rich conversations about writing, when will we make the change? I wonder.
I do not know everything. Nor do I want to. But we need to move forward with this. Not get bogged down with details. Suck it up and score some papers. Get to work and stop worrying about if you can hear.
I find difficulty in being the only heterosexual male teacher in my school at times and really find it difficult to relate to women who are needy and have problems with everything.
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