I’m about to reveal what one the most secret and curious secrets in the world…what happens at “Teacher’s Meeting”.
It’s mostly all boring. My leg almost fell off from jiggling it out of desperation for some movement in my body. Do you know how hard it is to sit for 3 hours straight?
They bring in a Rav to speak, give us some hadracha for the year. It’s like I was a students again. I was doing everything, but listening. I checked this years schedule, seeing out uncoordinated my weeks are going to be like. Borrowed a pen to fill in all the O’s on the first page. Flip through the rollbook giddly, still not believing that I’M the teacher and the power of the “book” is in MY hands.
So after the Rav leaves, they give you a minute to grab food from the buffet. I didn’t eat in the morning, because I remembered last year’s teacher’s meeting and they had Garden: salads, pasta, muffins…good stuff. I got gypped. This year all they had were oversized muffins, cheesecake that tasted like raw batter and some fresh fruit. Oh and coffee.
Then the principals take turns speaking. Each one tries to inspire the teachers to be original, creative, innovative, and most of all to give more hours n extra curricular to the school. Yeah, right.
One of them commented that they meet alumni who, to put it mildly, weren’t all that academic, and stimulated, and now they’re in these high pressure environments, ambitious degrees and accomplishments….why weren’t they like that in High School…sorry, but no matter what discussion they have, with the chinuch they give over now, they are not going to change the situation.
Then for the exciting part. The school got a SMART board. I intend to become best friends with it.
They had someone from the company come down to give us a tutorial on it. Of course, right after she showed us how to calibrate it, it went kablooey. And until the allotted time for the tutorial was up, it didn’t work, and then at the last moment it did.
Oh well, too late.
I don’t think many of the teacher’s will use it anyway, they were too impressed by the fact that my friend (and colleague, that is my age) was able to screw the VGA cord in.
Then we shmoozed.
Then we left.
Tomorrow is the first day.
And the secret turns out to be so well kept, not because of national security reasons, but for the fact that they’re so boring that no one cares to talk about it….except for me…congrats if you made it this far.