Guarding the Door

Today went far beyond the “end of the year crazy”.” Today went far beyond the “seniors are so out of here.” Soon after I got set up in the class to begin the day, it all went bad. School bells would not be ringing today to minimize interruptions in testing. I get it. We would not be on the class scheduled that was set last Friday – nor the schedule of Saturday’s e-mail, but a new schedule that only some believed we were actually on – ???. I get it. The intercom did not work in the Blackbox so any changes would never be known. I get it. The janitors did not, for the fiftieth time, NOT come in to sweep or mop. I get it. The room smells. I get it. The lunchtime meeting is going to happen but at a different time – – no, later e-mail says that this meeting will not be happening as the leader of the meeting will not be meeting. I get it. But, let’s go ahead and have a meeting anyway – with anyone interested in coming – because this meeting really does need to meet. I get it. Juries are going to happen or are they – – and where do all the chickens NOT jurying go? Easily solved – I get it.

Hour by hour, student by student, schedule by schedule. It just snowballed. Truly I am not one to complain about “oh, the work” or “oh, the sad life of a teacher” or “oh, the unappreciated teacher.” I am not one to complain, but I am one to guard the door. How can I stop the crazy roaming the hall and do just a dash of teaching today? Not so easy. I get it.