by altha-admin | Sep 6, 2012 | Articles
I did not sleep well one day that I was working for Brea Olinda. What was this nightmare in which I found myself? What could be done to break free? I kept thinking that if I tried a little harder, did a little more, planned the lessons a little tighter, then...
by altha-admin | Sep 6, 2012 | Articles
At Brea, I had on parent conference one time, and this was the first day that I was on the job. This student was an unruly type, a kid who loved to push and act up in class. He was a really tough customer, in terms of the fact that I could not get him to calm down. I...
by altha-admin | Sep 6, 2012 | Articles
The parents and the administrators were worse, much worse. The principal was an a—hole, a brown-noser with district staff who would then rub the stuff in your face afterwards if you stepped out of line. The kids were experts at lying about the teachers, and they...
by altha-admin | Sep 6, 2012 | Articles
I visited the campus and observed the classes for the last week of the semester. This was finals week, or at least this was the week when students were supposed to prepare for their finals. It was panda-freaking-monium in almost every class. The students were loud and...
by altha-admin | Sep 6, 2012 | Articles
I had been floundering around as a substitute for about six months after quitting South Gate. A different school, a better student clientele, wealthier, middle-class seemed like a better approach. Notwithstanding the fears that I was feeling at the time, I was...
