One first year teacher's experiences as a special educator/regular educator in a Juvenile Services Center.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Who moved my flip chart markers....

Today when I came to work I looked in my desk for my inventory sheet because last Friday I forgot to mark down that my boss took my high-lighters from my desk because they didn't have AP written on them. When I pulled open my squeaky top metal desk drawer much to my surprise it wasn't there...So I was like hmm...Someone has been in my desk! Of course I knew it had to have been my boss since we were getting an audit today by ACA (American Corrections association or something like that). I didn't think anything of it, so I went about setting up my classroom before shift change turning on my computers, typing in the passwords, looking up my pod listings (which is my class roster for the day), checking my e-mail from the weekend. You know the usual stuff you do before a meeting.

When I got to the meeting we had shift change as usual, mental health notes, yada yada, finding out who has court, this and that. Then we had our usual education meeting to talk about any problems/questions we had you know about certain kids that got transferred to a different pod and stuff like that. Then it happened. Our boss came in and totally rearranged our morning, which threw me off a little, what threw me off more was we had to discuss desk inventory and how we all had to be exactly the same. Thus, someone moved my flip chart markers, and my three hole punch, and my red pen (since one person didn't have one), and my glue stick.

These items may sound petty to those elementary teachers with desk brimming full of glue and markers and tape and glitter but when you only have one, loosing that one thing really hurts. It hurts more knowing that you have to go through 8 locks before you can get to it which means at least 10 minutes between me and my sweet flip chart markers. I cannot wait until Wednesday when I can reclaim what was rightfully mine and return my missing supplies to my desk.

Not only did I have my supplies ripped from my loving desk but I also had to listen to every scenario this one lady had that applied only to her classroom, which no one ever uses as a classroom but she somehow has every supply brand new in her desk stocked to the brim and demands that she has them. She even went so far as hiding her flip chart markers in her cart that she wheels around unsafely that is filled with weapons waiting to happen (well it isn't that bad but it is a car full of just junk and papers that who knows what is even in there, may those encyclopedias from 1963 that she insisted that say around because they are still so valuable). Okay, I have a little anxiety towards this individual, I will get over it.

Supply dilemmas weren't the only thing on my mind today, I was wondering why a couple of my students that I found rather amusing were moved from my classroom. Then I read the IR (incident report) folder and found out that they beat down another one of my students. That is just so chocking to me because I really liked those kids; they were nice and polite and seemed smart. I guess though they couldn't be too smart beating down a kid in an area filled with cameras and adults that have their eyes on the constantly. I am sure they will be in there for a while longer, which is nice that they aren't back in society because if they do that in a place where all eyes are on them, who knows what they do when no one is looking. Just crazy reality I am getting there!

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