The things you find at the Chevron!

I find pennies on the ground every day.  You would kind of expect that.  I’ve even found a $50 a couple of times in the 6 years I’ve worked there.  Every now and then you find the occasional pill on the ground, the majority of which are just aspirin or other over-the-counter medication.  I’ve even found a couple of spent bullets out in the parking lot, which are the first two pictures you see here.

But tonight I came across something that surprised me. It really shouldn’t have, I’ve known for years that people smoke the stuff, but I just figured that it was expensive enough these days that even a stoner would be more careful than to drop it in the Chevron.

Anyway, add this to the list of “Strange things are afoot at the Circle K” type Chevron experiences.  And just for the record, and any law enforcement personnel reading this, I’ve already flushed it.  Don’t need a possession rap right now.

Landon

Teachers Against Texting

Saw a quick clip of this on the news this morning.  The faculty of some middle school, so fed up with student texting, making out in the halls, saggy pants, fighting and other behaviors, made this video, and the Principal ended up on Good Morning America (or some such program, I can’t remember for sure).  This is a faculty I think I’d love working with….

The Soup-Nazi ain’t got nuthin’ on her.

I was in an all day meeting at the district on Monday, so it was yet another day with a substitute in my classroom.  Some of the kids said something about how the sub was quite late getting to my advisory class, and they were left alone in the room.  After advisory Tuesday one of my students dawdled around until everyone had left and then said he had something to tell me.  Seems that while the class was unsupervised, a couple of my advisory students had taken the opportunity to rifle through my desk, filing cabinets and closet to see what interesting things they could get their hands on.  Fortunately I had taken everything of real value with me over the weekend, and all they got were some huge Sharpie markers and other little things.  That, of course, does not change the fact that they invaded my things, and, as I told the Vice Principal, it was no better than if my car or house had been broken into.

The VP took down the details, and decided that since school was out and all the students were gone, the only thing we could do right then would be to open their lockers and see if any of the ill-gotten booty (or ill-booten gotty) was in their possession. 

Easier said than done.  The only person with the password to the program that has the list of the students locker numbers is the principal’s secretary – the same one that has total control over the copy machine.  Unfortunately, she was currently busy with the student body officers (SBOs), and already being in “a mood”, even the VP didn’t want to incur her wrath. (How a secretary can wield that much power, and why she is allowed to, is way beyond my comprehension, but [and I’ve seen it before] dealing with bad secretaries is at least as hard as dealing with bad teachers). 

I’m quite frustrated at this point.  It’s like the police telling me they can’t deal with my stolen car right now because they’re busy with a parade.  Overseeing the SBOs is her choice, and not really something that her job should encompass.  Assisting the VP with student information is. 

So the VP and I spend the next 15 minutes asking other possible holders of this information if they have it, looking for a legendary book of locker numbers, to no avail.  Finally the VP asks the secretary's daughter, who is sitting at her mom’s desk, to let he mother know that we need to get a couple student’s locker numbers.  She comes back to tell us that her mom made a reference to the aforementioned legend of the locker-book, and that her mom would be there in a minute. 

Twenty minutes later she shows up and I tell her the quick story and ask for their locker numbers.  She rambles off something about the program, getting her computer started up, the often talked about but never seen book and then, I kid you not, says in a huffy tone “I’m sorry you got stuff stolen, but I’m dealing with 40 kids right now.”  Kudos to our head custodian who responded with “You wouldn’t feel that way if it were your desk.”

She starts up her computer, spends 2 minutes looking for the book, logs into the program and in less than 10 minutes I’ve got the locker numbers.  Whoosh, she’s headed back to those out of control SBOs.

Now, it doesn’t matter that there was nothing of mine in those 2 lockers.  What matters is that whatever she was doing with 40 of the most trustworthy students in the building is more important than breaking away for 10 minutes to help me with a serious problem.  What matters is that this school has fostered a climate where everyone is afraid to ask her to do her job.  What matters is that, even though she has had grievances brought up over this climate before, it is still allowed to continue.

Another beautiful morning.

 

 

P.S. – And I saw a White Lioness driving a Red Cougar on 13th East this afternoon. Nice day for a drive with the top down, eh?