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I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three grand mother of four, and have been married to the same man for 53 years, two years after we met at college. I taught in both middle and high schools as I really love teens and in-betweens. I was also a certified Lamaze instructor, and for a short time a volunteer chaplain at Howard County General Hospital. I am a two-time cancer survivor, ovarian (2003), and breast (2019) I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs with great parents, in a bilingual household. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, the Orioles, and sometimes the Ravens. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy (Kath), and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader, cook, photographer, lover of languages, music, and four-footed furries.

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Showing posts with label teacher preps. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 23, 2014

A Bully By Any Other Name

I remember the first time I had ever seen anything to do with Governor Christie of New Jersey.  He was at a meeting with teachers about their salaries.  

One of the teachers stood to speak.  She said that many teachers begin their days before dawn, teach a full day, then take home papers to grade and work late into the night.  She continued to say that teachers just want to be compensated for what they do.  I've been there.  My days were long, included department head meetings and trouble-shooting for a rather large department, soothing the bristled, managing the book room, and teaching four classes (as opposed to five).  Sundays were  spent planning  (I usually had three separate preps- some years more(11th grade, 12th grade, Honors, Regular, SAT Prep), grading, recording grades and placing them in an electronic grade book and hard copy back-up, producing transparencies for the week's lessons, and writing tests.  I did this out of fear.  (One of my re-curing nightmares, still, is standing in front of a class full of high schoolers totally unprepared.) 

Christie's reply?  "Start looking for another job."  I'm paraphrasing here.  The vitriol of his response actually made me gasp.  Effectively bullied, she sat down.  

Every action carries with it its consequences.  Those may not be realized immediately; but surely, they will.  In other words, I knew that his treatment of her, and the effective chastising of all  in that room, would eventually come back to haunt him.  I just never thought it would be this soon.