I like mornings. This morning the dogs started their dog ritual a bit early. One of the little house dogs decides he wants out. Then the big outside dogs decide they want in. While that little dog is out, the other little dog gets in bed with us. Then the little dog wants in. Now the other little dog wants out. By this time, I am usually wide awake and might as well take my shower. After my shower, all dogs are ready for their morning treat. Then they want out again. It is like "Give a Mouse a Cookie."
Actually it was a pretty standard morning. My mind had already turned on and was running strong when the dogs decided to start the ritual. I often wonder if I woke them or did they wake me. Whatever! My mind clicked on - thinking about the school day. And why? It is all ready and no problems, but my mind decided to run through it. That may be the hardest thing about this teaching. I can deal with kids and such. I can deal with art. But there is something about teaching and being prepared that makes me work and think like I have not had to do in the past 20 years.
I remember when I stopped teaching when we moved to NM and opened up a restaurant. The food business is hard work, but the relief of the pressure of teaching was awesome. Everyday being responsible for classrooms full of willful teenagers is a lot of pressure. There is no saying, "Excuse me while I go to the bathroom...or make a phone call...or time out." I'm not I am aware of the responsibility until later. While at school, you just deal with things. Later, you realize the pressure. It's not that I can't deal with it or handle it; it is just that it has been a while since I had to do it.
When I saw the video-gone-viral of the officer tumping the student out of the desk and struggling to get her out of the room, I saw things totally differently than the public. I saw a teacher struggling for control of his classroom. I saw parents who have failed to teach their child respect for authority. I would want that kid gone - as in don't come back to my classroom or any other classroom at this school. But that won't happen. As a fellow teacher once said, "We are just toothless tigers in a zoo of wild animals. We can roar, but we have no power, and the other animals know it."