blogging = visiting a confessional
Posted by aphillieteacher on October 19, 2010
It’s quiet while we bloggers post an entry. We murmur our little worries or triumphs to unseen audiences; sometimes we get replies, sometimes we’re left to make sense of everything by ourselves.
One of our deans got socked in the mouth this morning. I didn’t find out who did it, but I heard the girl was taken to the police station in handcuffs.
Later in the day I called for a security guard because the emotionally disturbed girl (mainstreaming) in my class was upset that I asked her to stop talking. “Dickhead. Who you think you’re talkin’ to?” yadda yadda, angrier and angrier. This girl attacked a security guard last year. Not that I was warned: I found out through the grapevine.
I called, but no help came. Our school is listed as “persistently dangerous,” but when a teacher calls for help, no one shows up. Our union rep says he’ll speak to the principal, but he’s known as our building do-nothing.
The dean who got punched is one of the most calm, competent people in the building but even she isn’t safe. I thought I was finished crying about having to work in Philadelphia but I guess not. You have no idea how alone I feel.