Reptiles Amongst Us

Ms. H and I were trailer buddies around the time of Columbine. Although I am tough on the outside, our vulnerability out there began to bother me and I requested that she lock her trailer door when her class was over and she left.

Ms. H told me she couldn't do that. She had another class right after the trailer that happened to be opposite the Principal's office. She refused to be late for that one even though it meant letting her trailer class leave 8 - 10 minutes early or just leaving the kids in the room when she left.

The kids that stayed behind were quite rambunctious. When I spoke to her, she shrugged her shoulders and said there was nothing she could do about it.

Needless to say, I was not happy. A door connected the two rooms and anyone could enter hers and then waltz into mine without any problem. The noisy kids she left behind were also an issue.

I told Ms H that I would speak to the administration as her problem was jeopardizing my class and my safety. She told me to do what I had to do and I did just that. the next day she was removed from the trailer.

Ms H no longer speaks to me, although this incident happened many years ago. I'm sure she considers me a snitch, but I have no problems being called such a thing. This time the shoe fit and I wear it proudly. (In case anyone is wondering, Ms H is not a dirty talker. I bet no one is surprised to read that.)

Ms. My S**t Does Not Stink

Ms. My S**t Does Not Stink had her frozen mac and cheese in the cafeteria's microwave oven. However, she did not think it worthy of her time to stay nearby and watch it heat. When I walked into the cafeteria, the microwave was not on. I opened it to heat my food, found her ice cold food, and took it out. All of a sudden Ms. My S**t Does Not Stink jumped up and started screaming because I preumpted the microwave. I told her, that not only was it not turned on, no one was even nearby and I had no way of knowing when the person that put it in would return. I took my dish out and let her continue, or should I say start cooking hers. She begrudingly apologized.

Ms. My S***t Does Not Stink and I have had similar run-ins in the past. She actually gave me permission to continue sitting at a table that she and her cronies decided to use. To quote her, "Don't worry, you don't have to move." (As if I was planning on moving!) She been snippy when I had to get resource room exams back from her and refused to do anything about her student who cut unless I put it in writing. Evidently, Ms. My S**t Does Not Stink can't remember something so simple unless it is written down.

Special education teachers are often and unfairly looked down upon by other teachers. It is teachers like this one that give them this unearned reputation. Ms. My S**t Does Not Stink needs to learn to play nice with others