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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Is it time for me to seriously look for another job?

I really think that it is time for me to find another job! I know it sounds ridiculous, but yet I can't seem to escape that feeling. I have enough time vested in the retirement system to retire this January; and ever though I know I couldn't afford it, the prospect intrigues me.

Teaching music should be fun! The students should want to be there, and by the time they're in high school you should have some outstanding people, and I believe I do. Why is it that it gets harder every day to motivate them and keep them focused? Why should I have to work harder at something that some happen naturally?

I have over 20% of my 6th grade class failing choir. How hard is it to pass 6th grade choir. Music theory, the same as I have taught it for the past 30 years, gets these kids nowhere. When assignments are supposedly done in the class, why do almost 40% of them fail to turn it in. Why did over 20% of the class fail their last test, EVEN WHEN THEY COULD USE THEIR NOTES?

The advanced high school kids don't respond unless they're yelled at. Let a total stranger talk to them and everyone responds; they don't even respond when I say "hi" anymore.

I know I'm burned out; I know I still care. I think that's what bothers me the most, is that it still bothers me when I can't get to them. They don't seem to care, why do I have to be the only person who does care?

I sat down here, before writing in the blog, to look for other positions. With it being mid November I realize that the jobs are few and far between. I should be happy that I have a job I suppose, but it sure is miserable.

To make things worse our high school is a disaster. No adult runs the building. Our principal is rarely seen and even less effective when she is seen. The assistants have their hands tied trying to complete all aspects of the school. The inmates are running the asylum and the students KNOW it.

I guess I need to keep buying lottery tickets!