Chicken Pot Pie
18th June 2007, 01:39 PM
(ETA by Darat):An update to this thread: http://forums.randi.org/showthread.php?t=46162
I truly enjoyed my first year of subbing. I managed to brush up on a lot of Math, which seems to be what I did in Middle School rather than 4th - 6th grade. We have excellent computer resources for busy work sites, and I was able to introduce juggling to lots of the kiddos. I even flew for them! I seldom went a day without being called or booked well in advance. It was an awesome experience.
Fast forward to the past school year. I was invited to take the full-time in-school suspension job - with full benefits. I cringed at having to be the "heavy", but one must work, eh? Most of the time things went well. We have cubicles to wrap around desks to "isolate" them and help keep them on task. Early in the year the kids only came occasionally, so often I just did a lot of searching for materials.
After the winter break, things became busier, with some classes as small as one or two, up to the max I had of 16! However, I ended up with 4 full-timers from mid-March on to the end of the year. That's when things got "challenging". I had also taken a weekend job doing security guard work - also not a job compatible with my temperament. I tried so hard to do my best at both, and ended up with a blood pressure of 150/108 and pulse rate of 127! With a little help from the doc, I made it through the last two weeks of school. I had nightmares of one student's family chasing me in a blue truck with the child's name on the windshield! I became easily startled, constantly crying, totally not wanting to get out of bed, put on make up and gained nearly 30 pounds as I nervously ate at my desk all day. Not good coping skills, I know.
I've had to give up the weekend job, even though I expected my emotional state to improve with the end of school. It didn't happen, and I've become a basket case. My meds have been tweaked by my doc, but we agreed it was time to see the Psychiatrist to get to the bottom of my feelings of depression, worthlessness, paranoia and near agoraphobia. I'm NOT suicidal, but just overwhelmed at how quickly I fell apart. I'm trying not to self-diagnose, but I'm reading about mental health issues so I can be assured I'm not going to be given any woo advice or pats on the back to "just snap out of it". I now fully understand some of the replies I got in '05 on classroom management, from the "pardon one, etc." post, to "The Lesson".
On a happy note, I brought in some junk mail one day that expressed that I was a "winner" for something. My name was on it in huge letters, so I cut that part off to use as my door's nameplate, lol. But, one of the kids said his mom got one of those mailers as well, and She was a "winner" too! I happily used that as a lesson in critical thinking! Whoda' thunk it?
As far as I know, I'm already rehired for the same position, starting July 29th, I believe. I suppose I'll do what the good doc tells me and take it from there, but if a job change is needed, then so be it. Even with the wacky last 6 weeks, I can still say I love the job. I think I just need more ejumacation, lol, on working with troubled kids. Thanks for letting me ramble, and I'd love any feedback from anyone, sane or not, on this.
Chicken Pot Pie
I truly enjoyed my first year of subbing. I managed to brush up on a lot of Math, which seems to be what I did in Middle School rather than 4th - 6th grade. We have excellent computer resources for busy work sites, and I was able to introduce juggling to lots of the kiddos. I even flew for them! I seldom went a day without being called or booked well in advance. It was an awesome experience.
Fast forward to the past school year. I was invited to take the full-time in-school suspension job - with full benefits. I cringed at having to be the "heavy", but one must work, eh? Most of the time things went well. We have cubicles to wrap around desks to "isolate" them and help keep them on task. Early in the year the kids only came occasionally, so often I just did a lot of searching for materials.
After the winter break, things became busier, with some classes as small as one or two, up to the max I had of 16! However, I ended up with 4 full-timers from mid-March on to the end of the year. That's when things got "challenging". I had also taken a weekend job doing security guard work - also not a job compatible with my temperament. I tried so hard to do my best at both, and ended up with a blood pressure of 150/108 and pulse rate of 127! With a little help from the doc, I made it through the last two weeks of school. I had nightmares of one student's family chasing me in a blue truck with the child's name on the windshield! I became easily startled, constantly crying, totally not wanting to get out of bed, put on make up and gained nearly 30 pounds as I nervously ate at my desk all day. Not good coping skills, I know.
I've had to give up the weekend job, even though I expected my emotional state to improve with the end of school. It didn't happen, and I've become a basket case. My meds have been tweaked by my doc, but we agreed it was time to see the Psychiatrist to get to the bottom of my feelings of depression, worthlessness, paranoia and near agoraphobia. I'm NOT suicidal, but just overwhelmed at how quickly I fell apart. I'm trying not to self-diagnose, but I'm reading about mental health issues so I can be assured I'm not going to be given any woo advice or pats on the back to "just snap out of it". I now fully understand some of the replies I got in '05 on classroom management, from the "pardon one, etc." post, to "The Lesson".
On a happy note, I brought in some junk mail one day that expressed that I was a "winner" for something. My name was on it in huge letters, so I cut that part off to use as my door's nameplate, lol. But, one of the kids said his mom got one of those mailers as well, and She was a "winner" too! I happily used that as a lesson in critical thinking! Whoda' thunk it?
As far as I know, I'm already rehired for the same position, starting July 29th, I believe. I suppose I'll do what the good doc tells me and take it from there, but if a job change is needed, then so be it. Even with the wacky last 6 weeks, I can still say I love the job. I think I just need more ejumacation, lol, on working with troubled kids. Thanks for letting me ramble, and I'd love any feedback from anyone, sane or not, on this.
Chicken Pot Pie