Hating you just that little bit more
Déjà vu.
The latest news has me hating the school just that little bit more than I already do. Our exams are going to be from the 1st of June, which means that my prediction about these being the final two weeks was right. It's not clear, though, exactly when we see the back of our little bastards dears. We'll still have class the weekend after to make up for something (their exams?), but as I know from bitter experience, once we've had our exams, they cease to even make a pretence of being tractable. Hopefully, apart from that weekend (when I'm going to be showing them DVDs – what did the Robot expect we'd be doing? Actual class?), we'll see them no more.
But, from next Monday, we've been landed with a whole bunch of proto-Senior 1s, namely the kids who passed the recent exam to get into the school. We're going to be giving them the infamous and impractical Speaking Classes which, I think, will become Speech Classes before much more time passes. Fortunately, we'd probably only have to take them once a week, although they are a gross abuse, less of us than of the parents of our brainless imbeciles who are paying for these extra classes as well as the usual ones. Of course, it's possible that the proto-Senior 1s are being charged as well, although we won't see a penny of it.
In all likelihood, we'll be teaching them last period, which means a class full of happy bunnies. I don't know what the school thinks we're going to achieve in these classes, but bloody nothing seems the most likely outcome. In fact, we're just baby sitting.
Of course, it gets worse when we start teaching the Senior 3s, because we'll have them for four classes a day. And we still have the protos to teach as well. I predict that the Senior 3 teaching will rapidly degenerate into farce as it did this time last year at my previous school. Once the college entrance exam is over, the Senior 3s go home, apart from our lot who will resent being at school after everyone else has gone. I predict that I'm going to end up showing them DVDs as I did last year.
Once again, we're cleaning up a mess which the school created. It's about time we stopped having anything to do with Senior 3, who should be none of our business.
The only bright note is that we may be done by the end of June, but we shall see.
The latest news has me hating the school just that little bit more than I already do. Our exams are going to be from the 1st of June, which means that my prediction about these being the final two weeks was right. It's not clear, though, exactly when we see the back of our little bastards dears. We'll still have class the weekend after to make up for something (their exams?), but as I know from bitter experience, once we've had our exams, they cease to even make a pretence of being tractable. Hopefully, apart from that weekend (when I'm going to be showing them DVDs – what did the Robot expect we'd be doing? Actual class?), we'll see them no more.
But, from next Monday, we've been landed with a whole bunch of proto-Senior 1s, namely the kids who passed the recent exam to get into the school. We're going to be giving them the infamous and impractical Speaking Classes which, I think, will become Speech Classes before much more time passes. Fortunately, we'd probably only have to take them once a week, although they are a gross abuse, less of us than of the parents of our brainless imbeciles who are paying for these extra classes as well as the usual ones. Of course, it's possible that the proto-Senior 1s are being charged as well, although we won't see a penny of it.
In all likelihood, we'll be teaching them last period, which means a class full of happy bunnies. I don't know what the school thinks we're going to achieve in these classes, but bloody nothing seems the most likely outcome. In fact, we're just baby sitting.
Of course, it gets worse when we start teaching the Senior 3s, because we'll have them for four classes a day. And we still have the protos to teach as well. I predict that the Senior 3 teaching will rapidly degenerate into farce as it did this time last year at my previous school. Once the college entrance exam is over, the Senior 3s go home, apart from our lot who will resent being at school after everyone else has gone. I predict that I'm going to end up showing them DVDs as I did last year.
Once again, we're cleaning up a mess which the school created. It's about time we stopped having anything to do with Senior 3, who should be none of our business.
The only bright note is that we may be done by the end of June, but we shall see.
15 June 2007: As it happens, things are not quite that bad. Once we'd sorted out the mess at our meeting today, the whole business became far less intolerable. Basically, we end up teaching a couple of classes a day before lunch with one extra class every fourth day.
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