This week the school district decided not to pay us for the three days we were stuck at home during the hurricane. Never mind that our school was an evacuation shelter. Never mind that we still had to complete our PDPs and hours of online training about title 9 and harassment and pathogens while we were home. Never mind that we are salaried employees that regularly work tons of overtime. For example, on our way out the door to evacuate we were reminded to prep for parent curriculum night on the day of our return. It was suggested that we make our own copies at home and have a bowl of mints for parents. Curriculum night Day is a 14 hour work day. I’d say that counts as overtime. We fought back HARD and in the end we won. But it was exhausting and demoralizing. Not as much as a ten percent pay loss would have been but still another emotional drain from an empty well. Teachers are not respected in this country. It’s like rape culture, it’s a deeply imbedded mind set. A deep cultural shift will need to take place before it changes. What will happen when no one chooses to teach any more because it doesn’t happen soon enough?
In other news Momo has taken to guarding the flock of babies. Even in the nigh. Bless him. Who says you can teach us new tricks!
Get off my lawn!
Yes, I am a Frizzle. Why do you ask? You know those people who start to look like their pets…..
LieLie’s school group baked a savannah cake and then photo shopped themselves onto the biome. God help any roaming creatures that had to live with that crew.
Plus baseball. Finn is catching these days.