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Tales From Clown School #1
Aug. 3rd, 2023 10:51 amTales from Clown School will be my tag and title for posts complaining about my specific job or stories about that. Today's entry isn't a complaint, per se. When I got my schedule for the year, I had two study halls, which meant I only had one period per week where I had actual prep time and no students. Study Hall doesn't take up a lot of mental space, but I still have to be IN the room with the kids.
My school has an insane policy where we have to use key cards to access our classrooms, but we aren't permitted to access the room outside of our scheduled classes. So if I wanted to go into my room early to set something up, or if I forgot something after class, I have to chase down the staff member who opens the doors. (Apparently, this is a power-trip thing. It's a HUGE bone of contention among staff.) One of my coworkers keeps a coffee maker in his room, and he needs to have it every day. He offered to take my first-period study hall so he can have access to his room. This means I can have stuff delivered if I want.
Clown school is such a weird place.
My school has an insane policy where we have to use key cards to access our classrooms, but we aren't permitted to access the room outside of our scheduled classes. So if I wanted to go into my room early to set something up, or if I forgot something after class, I have to chase down the staff member who opens the doors. (Apparently, this is a power-trip thing. It's a HUGE bone of contention among staff.) One of my coworkers keeps a coffee maker in his room, and he needs to have it every day. He offered to take my first-period study hall so he can have access to his room. This means I can have stuff delivered if I want.
Clown school is such a weird place.
