Sex and the City Teacher

I hate faculty meetings.

Let me say this again: I HATE FACULTY MEETINGS!!

Don't get me wrong, there is nothing specific about meetings here at my new school that I hate. I guess I just hate the group meeting all together. I hated team meetings when I worked at the bank. And, as a bank manager, I hated running team meetings.

Why you ask?

Good question!

Because they always lead to you having to do more work, an extra assignment, more documentation, another lesson plan. Something new to learn and add to an already tight schedule. And usually everyone sits in the meetings and act like they know what the hell the presenter is talking about, no one asks any questions, and then after the meeting the grumbling and complaining begins.

We have one of these marathon meetings today, probably to piggy back on the meeting from last week and as a heads up to the meeting on Saturday. (Yes, I am a teacher that works on Saturdays...uggh)

Sadly, (and I probably should not mention this because now folk will know) there is a moment in most meetings where I go completely glassy eyed. At that moment I am somewhere else...usually an island with Hubby or in my last faculty meeting fantasy the shoe department at Neiman's, and I usually come back to reality at a really odd time.

I am starting to think teachers are a little sexually frustrated, because at least to me, all the things that we talk about have a sexual nature to them. Our class was on 'guided release', which tickled the heck out of me and the folk and my table, but really just means a way of slowly presenting information to students so that they have a greater understanding of the material (hey, maybe I was listening?) Anyway, I zoned out for a moment and I guess during that time we were to turn and talk (yet another method of understanding where you are to pick a partner and discuss the topic at hand). All I remember was the teacher next to me poking me and saying...

"Do you want to have it pushed in or pulled out?"

Me: Huh?

Teaher: Do you want it in or out?

I am sure by the confused look on my face she now knew I had no clue what she was talking about.

Teacher: Do you want another teacher to come into your class and help or do you want them to pull students from your room and go to a different class? (she is giving me the "damn, pay attention" face)

In my head this was a totally different conversation.

Me: Doesn't matter. (I'm giggling like an idiot now) Whatever gets me to where I need to be.


I wonder what today's meeting will be about.


I love my job!!