Saturday, January 01, 2005
Nothing is sacred
I am getting tired of this. After the diner incident last night, I thought my interaction with students over vacation would be over. But no. First I run into one student tonight at the grocery store and then when I get home, this is at 10:30 or so, I get a phone call.
"Is this Mr. __________?"
I pause for a second before responding...
"Yes."
"Do you teach at Underwood High School?"
"What?"
"Do you teach at Underwood High School?"
"Who is this?"
"Do you teach at Underwood High School?"
"Who is this?"
"Do you teach at Underwood Hiigh School?"
At that point I hang up. They called again about 10 minutes later...I let the machine handle it, but deep down I know there is no escape. I really wish I had an unlisted number. But even then, it's too late.
Damnit. Damnit. Damnit.
Let me be clear, I don't hate my students or any Underwood students in general...but punks like this who do stupid stuff. It's hard not to hate them. That's all I'll say on the subject.
I am getting tired of this. After the diner incident last night, I thought my interaction with students over vacation would be over. But no. First I run into one student tonight at the grocery store and then when I get home, this is at 10:30 or so, I get a phone call.
"Is this Mr. __________?"
I pause for a second before responding...
"Yes."
"Do you teach at Underwood High School?"
"What?"
"Do you teach at Underwood High School?"
"Who is this?"
"Do you teach at Underwood High School?"
"Who is this?"
"Do you teach at Underwood Hiigh School?"
At that point I hang up. They called again about 10 minutes later...I let the machine handle it, but deep down I know there is no escape. I really wish I had an unlisted number. But even then, it's too late.
Damnit. Damnit. Damnit.
Let me be clear, I don't hate my students or any Underwood students in general...but punks like this who do stupid stuff. It's hard not to hate them. That's all I'll say on the subject.
