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Odds and ends.
Mar. 9th, 2006 07:46 amThis is the first time this pregnancy where I've felt excessively hot. Since the flu is going around and this building is normally much colder, I asked a few other teachers if they were finding it warm, too. They replied that it is indeed warmer than usual, so I can chalk the rest of my overheated state up to hormones and forget the possibility of flu.
The staffing committee (myself, the principal, and one primary teacher) met last night to discuss our non-functional supervision schedule. A few weeks ago, we failed to come to an agreement that would reduce our supervision to the required limit of 100 minutes per week. Last night, the two of us acceded to the principal's desire to at least try her solution for a few weeks, rather than have one imposed on us. Her solution: the kids eat in the gym, on the floor. Now, everyone is mad because a) the principal asked for our input a few weeks ago and then completely ignored it to put this in place; b) some actually want a group to come in and evaluate our supervision schedule in the hope that something can be done about a related problem with one of our EA's; c) most people are convinced this will be a total disaster, and at least one person has suggested we do our best to make it one so that the idea will be dropped. I come away feeling like the bad guy. So far, this has reinforced my original desire to stay as far away from administration roles as I possibly can.
On the plus side, I have to put up with the trial period - but I'm gone before the full implementation hits. Thank the Lord for small mercies.
Elizabeth, Piet and I played most of a game of Candyland last night - before Dora (an NPC) decided to race Boots and Backpack to the finish line and the party at the end. Elizabeth was winning by a dramatic margin, and no one had cheated to make that happen - though we had to work to convince her to leave her character (Diego) on the space until her next move. Still, it was a good game and good family time. She's starting to get the sequencing idea - she draws a card with a colour on it, and has to move to the next square with that colour. Most of the time, she got it right, and she was helping us move, too.
Gotta go, union meeting about the supervision schedule, so I have to be there to take flak. Oh, joy.
The staffing committee (myself, the principal, and one primary teacher) met last night to discuss our non-functional supervision schedule. A few weeks ago, we failed to come to an agreement that would reduce our supervision to the required limit of 100 minutes per week. Last night, the two of us acceded to the principal's desire to at least try her solution for a few weeks, rather than have one imposed on us. Her solution: the kids eat in the gym, on the floor. Now, everyone is mad because a) the principal asked for our input a few weeks ago and then completely ignored it to put this in place; b) some actually want a group to come in and evaluate our supervision schedule in the hope that something can be done about a related problem with one of our EA's; c) most people are convinced this will be a total disaster, and at least one person has suggested we do our best to make it one so that the idea will be dropped. I come away feeling like the bad guy. So far, this has reinforced my original desire to stay as far away from administration roles as I possibly can.
On the plus side, I have to put up with the trial period - but I'm gone before the full implementation hits. Thank the Lord for small mercies.
Elizabeth, Piet and I played most of a game of Candyland last night - before Dora (an NPC) decided to race Boots and Backpack to the finish line and the party at the end. Elizabeth was winning by a dramatic margin, and no one had cheated to make that happen - though we had to work to convince her to leave her character (Diego) on the space until her next move. Still, it was a good game and good family time. She's starting to get the sequencing idea - she draws a card with a colour on it, and has to move to the next square with that colour. Most of the time, she got it right, and she was helping us move, too.
Gotta go, union meeting about the supervision schedule, so I have to be there to take flak. Oh, joy.