Work update
I just realised that I haven’t updated this journal on workplace issues since July 6, 2009.
This summer, I worked for 8 weeks back and forth between two campuses - the toddler school and the preschool. Thirteen years ago, I was a toddler teacher and had held that position for five years. After getting a taste of that again this year, I have to say, I really am glad to not go back to it full time. I rather like and prefer working with the four and five year old children.
On August 21, as I was finishing up my last week at the toddler school, I had no idea if I was to report to work at the preschool on August 24 or if I still had a job or what. I kept asking around and finally at the end of the day, I was told to show up at the preschool at 8:30am Monday the 24th.
I spent most of last week assisting the head teachers setting up for back to school - Autumn curriculum. We were told all of Monday and Tuesday that they did not know if any teachers and/or assistants would have to be let go. They said that enrollment was really low this year. They said to be patient and we’d know by the end of the week.
On Wednesday at the end of my shift, a phone call came in to the room I was working in. The head teacher called me over. I drew a deep breath and said, ‘hello?’
It was the director. She said I’d be in a new classroom this school year. I smiled and thanked her. I was told to report to that new teacher first thing on Thursday.
On my way out of work Wednesday afternoon, another assistant congratulated me on my new assignment. We talked about what rooms we’d been moved to for the coming school year. She told me that the teacher she previously worked for, as well as the teacher who got me, had “fought” over me! That’s so cool! I’m in demand! I’m well liked! Yay!
I got to work on Thursday and the director told me she needed to see me. She was super busy, preparing for a guest speaker to present. She told me to follow her to her office. I followed and endured all the interruptions along the way, then was sat down in her office when the director was called away repeatedly again. Instead of releasing me back to my classroom, she told me to stay right there, and she’d be back soon.
Anxiety was mounting by this point. Did I do something wrong? Will I be cut because of low enrollment? I must have had to wait there in her office for 10 minutes. Finally, the director came back in and closed the door. She said that she was moving me from the new classroom assignment to another assignment. She wanted me to help another assistant teacher set up and run an outdoor classroom. I quickly accepted, smiling. I wasn’t in trouble! I wasn’t shit-canned! Just an assignment change? SURE! I don’t know if you’ve heard, but the unemployment rate in California right now is at 11.9% (click here to see the Employment Development Department’s press release).
If all you wanna do is move me around, I’m fine with that. I’m your yes-man for awhile. I need the resume fodder and the steady income, however miniscule it may be.
After receiving my new assignment, I went to the room where the guest presentation would be. The teacher I had just been awarded to the day before came in and looked at me. We gave each other mutual pouty faces. I might have enjoyed working with her. Ah well, maybe next year.
After the presentation was over, we set off back to work. The heat wave was settling in on Thursday, so it was a hard work day outside, setting up the outdoor classroom from scratch. There’s already an outdoor classroom in use at the other school location, and it works really well - it gives the head teachers a break when the assistants can take half a class to a new area to do their assignments. It cuts down on noise and distractions and allows ALL of the children a better opportunity at focusing on their tasks.
By Friday, the heat wave was in full force. I wore shorts to work and was drip sweating within the first hour. Ugh.
Of course, Friday was Open House for new and returning parents. We worked our asses off until lunchtime, had a continually interrupted lunch break while last minute changes and finishes were applied to classrooms, and then from 1pm - 3pm we held open house.
By that time of day, it had gotten to be around 95°F outside! I was drip-sweating just standing there talking to parents. We had a portable air conditioner and four fans running, but it did nothing but blow hot air around, ugh.
By the time open house was over, my co-teacher and I were wiped out. We got to leave a half an hour early that day.
Oh, another thing this past week - on Monday it was a casual question as to whether I was interested in taking part of the teacher training course, happening on September 5th and 6th.
By Thursday, it was pretty much mandatory that I attend. The course work is for Practical Life, which is what our outdoor classroom is tailored to, along with art and dramatic play. So I understand why they want me to take the course.
Also, I and the other teacher are just assistants, and we are paid as such. Although my co-teacher has recently completed her teacher certification and is an intern, currently, she’s still on the rolls as ‘assistant’.
By enrolling piece by piece in the teacher certification program, I will also reach the point of intern and then teacher. Both of us will make more money when we can get that official ‘Head Teacher’ status. So of course I said yes.
I still have not been told how much this weekend course will cost me out of pocket, however. And honestly, I don’t feel like I have much choice but to do it. More certification on my resume is golden. I’ve been there nearly five months. I have seven more months to go before I reach my one year anniversary, and that too is golden on a resume, especially in this rough economy.
Lastly, a mention of insane teachers. That one horrible teacher I had to work with back in July has been demoted to Library resource assistant. She’ll have limited contact with the children. I found out from another co-worker who spontaneously dumped on me one day about how grueling it was to have had to work with that teacher. She described the exact experience I had with that wretched woman, and she didn’t even know I too had worked with her. I told her what I went through and we commiserated, heh.
The other insane teacher is unfortunately the one I’ve just been assigned to work with for the new classroom. She fits the bill for paranoid schizophrenia. During the last couple weeks of summer session, she was near constant hysteria over a three-and-a-half year old child who has behaviour issues. The child comes from an unstable household and acts out pretty violently, seemingly without remorse. Being at our school affords this child a chance at stablising and turning out right. However, this co-worker of mine got kicked in the face by the child one day, and decided the child was out to get her from an adult standpoint. This woman began talking to the child like an adult, in technical terms, such as, “You are assaulting me and that is illegal. People go to jail for that. I have my rights, stand back!” She then informed us that this child is not three-and-a-half, but is actually 15 years old, and knows exactly what she’s doing in a calculated fashion. She said she’s read about cases where an adult looks like a small child, and this child clinically fits the description, at least to her. She said she’d be willing to legally certify it.
At that point, my head teacher took it to the director and had a conference about this assistant. I know because she told me. She also told me that she put in a request to not have that assistant ever work with her again in her classroom.
Wheeee, and now I get to work with her one-on-one.
So that’s where it’s at. I’m sure I’ll have some more stories to share, soon.



