Showing posts with label fighting back. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fighting back. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Teachers Uniting To Make A Difference


The teachers were fed up with their young, incompetent AP.  She was not well versed in her subject, she often refused to make decisions, and when she did, they were bad ones.  She never took responsibility for them.  Yet, she had no problem taking credit for the accomplishments of others and she was the queen of barking orders and glaring.  These teachers decided to take matters into their own hands.

The teachers began meeting after school hours in undisclosed locations.  (They were afraid of repercussions before they were ready to present.)  They knew alone they could do nothing but there was power in numbers.  They also knew the rest of the administration would do nothing to help them.  Administrators stick together and defend their own no matter what misdeeds.  They could toss expensive books, promote cheating, harass teachers without reason and it was okay.  Generals always defend their second in command.

The teachers came up with a game plan.  They secretly photographed things going on in the school.  They started sending these pictures, along with detailed letters to local politicians, newspapers and even bloggers.   Since efforts in the building accomplished nothing, they decided to take their fight outside.

I wish them well.  The teachers want to get back to the business of educating students.

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

Don't F**k With Me

For some reason unknown to me, Hilda does not speak to me anymore. In fact when she walks by a chill is emitted that would rival the most powerful air conditioner. I've tried writing to her and talking to her but each effort has been rebuffed. She will never go talk to people I am talking to even if they are close friends of hers. She leaves the room when I enter.

I've had enough of this treatment. Today Hilda was sitting in the cafeteria at a table next to people I am also friends with. Instead of sitting with them I pulled up a chair at her table and joined the conversation. She squirmed and got uncomfortable. I leaned in closer and talked some more. It was obvious that she did not want to leave but couldn't bring herself to stay.

Hilda, I'm not backing down. I never back down. It is a good thing you like to run. Better put on your running shoes because I plan on keeping you on the move.