tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497814921450541701.post8591244584751672229..comments2024-01-30T00:22:34.482-08:00Comments on Mrs. Art Teacher!: last week of January: or "why I am leaving this school"Mrs. Art Teacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04871081850970695684noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497814921450541701.post-75114923381751148832010-06-11T23:05:19.285-07:002010-06-11T23:05:19.285-07:00I read this and flashed back to a school I once wo...I read this and flashed back to a school I once worked in which was clearly not for me. Now that I'm a few years past the experienc I realize that I can teach any mad, crazy insane kid because. . .if I taught THOSE kids I can teach anyone. Seriously. I FEEL your pain. My kids were just like that. . .And our school was temporarily entirely in trailers because of some bureacratic madness. The art trailer was the last trailer out on the back 40. It was in the woods. We had a creepy neighborhood dude who would perch in a tree and stare at the kids (I swear he was salivating). I had no ability to call a VP or P (and they wouldn't of been helpful had I been able). We also had to walk the kids every hour to the bathroom trailer bc they were such little vandals. My favorite was a note -signed so nicely- from a student that addressed me as "The gothic lookin hoe," and said "art is gay and dumb." LOL. He later robbed the gas station door down from the school and to bring me a valentine. Yup. You've gotta some killah life experience going on there!!ArtfulArtsyAmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15463560863173797130noreply@blogger.com