Nobody on the planet, I don't think, except maybe Alaskan garbagemen (my uncle John did that) or civic septic tank de-sludgers (Grandpa did that) hates, hates, HATES their job more than a teacher in June.
The kids gave up two months ago. They're not even on their game when they're trying to piss you off. The air doesn't work. Your feet have gone all puffy. There's no more inspiring, uplifting, bringing knowledge to the masses. Hell, the kids went home on Friday; it's all over 'cept for the paperwork.
In my school district you can compound all of that with the fact that everybody already got their last paycheck a week and a half ago, even though Wednesday's their last day. And today is Kardex day.
I don't know if other school districts disregard their own faculty so severely as to inflict Kardex day on them, but ours sure does. The Kardex is some ridiculous piece of pasteboard that goes in the student's permanent record, with the year's information, such as attendance, report card grades (with corrections! in red ink! initialled by the teacher! if you can find them!), and end-of-course test scores, and every teacher with a homeroom has to complete one for every kid on their roster, and teachers without homerooms get to help, and it's the one day of the year when the teaching faculty gets to interact very, very closely with the registrar and the attendance secretary and it. is. never. pretty.
I was at Nearby High unpacking 111,693 dollar's worth of stuff for the SIFE center, which is a gas unto itself and just so fucking smug in the knowledge that not only am I getting paid again at the end of the month, but I never have to do another Kardex again.
I knew moving to Central Office had perks.
posted by Holley Wilson Mayville @ 7:51 PM
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