No “Stairway”? Denied!

Things that happened today:

1. I started my morning feeling a little groggy after a recurring dream in which I kept trying to listen to a Led Zeppelin album but kept waking up a split-second before the needle actually touched the vinyl. (This was considerably more stressful than it sounds. In retrospect, I think it might have been an omen.)

2. Got to school and literally had to put out a fire. Not a big fire, mind you — just a little grease fire that flared up when a kid spilled bacon drippings on a burner while preparing the FFA’s annual faculty breakfast — but exciting enough to shake off the grogginess, anyhow.

3. Met with the outside evaluator who visited my class Monday. Got a good score but was told I needed to set up a “mindful classroom” with a “social contract” involving some kind of hand signal the kids could use whenever someone failed to use “the language of peace,” because I was at a tipping point, and “the energy in [my] classroom could go either way at this point.” Was also advised that I might want to consider “cleansing the room” of the last teacher’s “negative energy,” because she could still feel it in there. (When I ran this suggestion by the kids, they told me to call in an exorcist, because a little sage wasn’t gonna do the job. X______X )

Got that? During my professional evaluation, the evaluator’s ONLY criticism was basically that I’M NOT A BIG ENOUGH HIPPIE.

(Yep. That weird Zeppelin dream was definitely a sign.)

I can’t shake the nagging suspicion that somewhere, Bob Waldmire is disappointed in me tonight. Or laughing his arse off. Or both.

In case you’re wondering, my plan for improving my score next time involves burning patchouli incense, schlepping around the room in Birkenstocks, and playing the Dead’s “Europe ’72” album on vinyl while the kids munch on homemade brownies and discuss that Kerouac quote about how “the only people for me are the mad ones.”

Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been.

(And I’m buying a stairway to heaven.)

Emily

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5 thoughts on “No “Stairway”? Denied!”

  1. Wonder what she would have said about the energy in the classroom you took over in Tulsa after the previous teacher was taken out by the police after he killed his wife?

  2. I would strongly suspect that anyone who questions your energy is “trying too hard.” I’ll bet you wore the same face I wear when someone tries to tell me how to bake something. I appreciate their sincerity, but no, honey, just no.

    1. Evaluators are paid to try too hard. I get it, but it’s still ridiculous. Most of the bad vibes were coming from one kid running his mouth. I was ignoring him because I’d already told him to settle down once, and the evaluator had stepped in and undermined me by basically giving the kid carte blanche to say whatever he wanted. If you want me to ride herd on the class clown, don’t override my instructions the first time I tell him to watch his mouth. -___-

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