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September 5, 2006 at 8:28 pm (bad, stories)

Well, the school year officially starts tomorrow. Today we were allowed to get in our rooms to move furniture and unpack boxes since we moved into the wrestling room as a result of building construction.

Teacher: (after putting up cubicle dividers with an approximately 24″ opening as an entrance) I want to be able to see the door from my desk, because I want to see my kids come in. But I don’t want to see everyone else’s kids come in. That’s distracting. And I don’t want my kids to be able to see the door.
Me: Well, maybe we ought to move your classroom to the side of the room away from the door.
T: Don’t even start with me! I want this side of the room and I get it my way!
M: Um, ok. I’m just saying that legally the students have to be able to enter your section of the classroom through an opening in the dividers larger than two feet.
T: Oh, yeah? Well, who says that?!
M: The fire marshal.
T: Like he’s ever going to come in here and check. Who cares.
M: It’s really not safe.
T: Well, thanks for nothing! Get out of my space. … You two guys! Come over here and move these boxes, because I’m certainly not going to.

Other things overheard during the day:
While reading through a list of students, another teacher aide commented, “I just don’t get why these parents give their kids names like Sun Yoo Kim. I mean, seriously. Who can even pronounce that? Or Ahmed. That sounds like a terrorist name. Ok. Next on the list is Sharmecia Johnson. That’s pretty.”
More from the Teacher… “Ok, I have just got to get these people to move all this stuff. I can’t picture things where I want them until they are where they should be.  That’s because of my spatial disability.  Where did all those people go who are supposed to be moving my stuff?”

1 Comment

  1. T M Gagnon said,

    I wonder if by “spatial,” this teacher meant “social,” and if by “I’m certainly not going to,” “I’m a horrible self-involved bitch.”

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