Denial is a river in Egypt.  My doctor came in today, and I explained, LOUDLY,

I HAVE PLANTAR FACILITIS AND I DON’T WANT TO STOP TRAINING FOR THIS HALF MARATHON, SO WHAT CAN I DO?  I WON’T STOP RUNNING.  I WON’T.  I’M ALMOST 50 AND I HAVE TO DO THIS RACE.  DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?  I AM WEARING A FREAKING SOCK EVERY NIGHT TO BED TO STRETCH MY TOES AND IT’S REALLY HELPING I SWEAR IT IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He just listened to me.  Told me that he, too is training for a Half Marathon in November in Monterey, and NO I don’t have to stop, but I need to ice my foot after every run, and not to run until the Pleasanton 5K on this Saturday, that I could walk this week, but could not run.  That I need to get some Aleve and take 2 twice a day, and see a Orthopedics doc in October.  Seriously.  I cannot tell you how happy I was to know that he was a runner.

I’m quite sure he was happy to see Miss Panic leave the office.  Quite.


Phil: Do you know what today is?
Rita: No, what?
Phil: Today is tomorrow. It happened.

My job.  Oh my.  Each day is just like Groundhog’s Day at the school in the East, and I feel just like Bill Murray looks on each and every one of those.

Today, my students informed me that Continuation School was supposed to be easy.

Ms. V, why you hatin’ on me?
Ms. V, you don’t want me to graduate and you won’t help me and you you you you you…repeat.  

Ms. V, I never came to Independent Study, but if you don’t pass me I have to come back (perish the thought)

Ms. V, You’re mean.

Ms. V, You lie

Ms. V….Fill in the blanks.

Every day.  Same song, same dance.  Today, we did the Johari Window.  Boy, did that open up a can of worms.  So, I used me as an example, “What do YOU know about me that I don’t know about me?”  They loved that.  I said, “Be gentle”, and you know what?  They were.

Cell phones continue to plague our little school, and I took 2 away.  One kid was playing his PSP in class and actually got mad at ME for taking it away.  I’m like, Dude.  You cannot play this here, and you know it.  It was the first time ever that this kid got mad at me, and he’s the real deal gang member.  I saw the anger coming.

I have to remember that, even though they are TOUGH, RUDE, FOUL-MOUTHED…ETC., I have to remember that my job is to be their last chance for a diploma.  Today, 4th period had a little pow-wow, about how GREAT the school USED to be before I came.  Then they remembered abusing the last teacher, how one kid owned up to throwing a chair across the room, how they got the subs to cry.

Yeah, that sounded just great. 

(From the Movie Groundhog’s Day)**

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One thought on “**Don’t mess with me, Porkchop.**

  1. Keep using the sock…it worked for me last year. My toes got warm at night…that part stunk.

    I applaud all the work you do with those students.
    Oh what a joy to hear about teachers who are really trying to make a difference in the lives of students most people have already given up on…..thanks.

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