DC1346
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I'm a little uncomfortable with having inadvertently hijacked someone else's thread to create an Aspie Teachers' thread ... so I thought I'd start afresh by posting this here.
My name is David (wave wave at the monitor) and I am an Aspie teacher.
One thing I like about teaching is that it can be very structured. School law, district and school policy, and teacher rules have allowed me to create an environment in which I have a lot of control.
As a teacher I am responsible for teaching the state instructional standards ... but how I teach them is up to me. How I sequence lessons ... how I assess student learning ... whether these lessons should be hands-on or taught using power point presentations and/or textbooks is up to me.
If a student chooses not to learn, there will be consequences. Students who refuse to participate will get failing grades. Students who mouth off to me about why they're not participating or who otherwise try to disrupt my class get a one way trip to the Dean's office where they have the choice of adjusting their attitude, having a parent conference, going into in-school suspension, or with enough referrals - being suspended.
Most students like being in my class because as a Culinary Arts teacher, I have access to a kitchen. Since at least 50% of what I do involves hands-on instruction in cooking, baking, or garde manger (cold food production), the students generally like my class because they get to eat.
Pictured above is a luncheon we prepared for new staff: lemon chicken, Pasta Florentine Roulade (stuffed with cheese, Marinara Sauce, spinach, and caramelized onion), and steamed vegetables.
The only problem I've had this year is that the school's office manager seems to hate me. I don't understand why.
When I moved out here in June, my shipment included 21 boxes that I brought to my new school. The office manager initially tried to tell me that I couldn't put these boxes in my classroom because teachers weren't supposed to be on campus until August 19th. I am fortunate that the principal was there because she overruled the office manager and allowed me to put all of my work related belongings in my classroom.
Since the school was closed throughout the month of July, I returned to campus on Monday, August 3rd, to unpack my boxes, to conduct an inventory of the kitchen's tools and equipment, and to go through my predecessor's files to see what I needed to keep and what I needed to throw away.
The office manager initially would not let me into my room because teachers weren't supposed to be on campus until August 19th ... never mind the fact that several teachers were already working in their rooms on the 3rd ... I was told to go away and to not come back until the 19th.
I stood my ground, told the office manager that I had permission from the principal to be on campus, and further told her that my instructions to inventory the room had come from the district office.
Mary (not her real name) finally gave in and gave me one time access to my room. I completed my inventory but did not have time to unpack my boxes or to go through the file cabinets ... and now that the school year has begun, my priority has shifted from going through the files to figuring out what I'm going to be teaching from week to week.
If this was the only problem with Mary, I wouldn't have minded ... but Mary has a temper and on two separate occasions, she's cornered me in her office or blocked my passage in a hallway to berate me about inadvertent violations of school policy.
Earlier this week, I nearly went into meltdown when she yelled at me for having used the wrong account to purchase my first groceries. At my last school, such purchases always went through the school's financial officer ... but at this school, two of my accounts are controlled by the office manager.
How was I supposed to have known this? I am still working for the same district. Shouldn't the policies be the same?
"WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!" growled Mary, "AND IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW, YOU SHOULD HAVE ASKED!"
When I tried to leave, Mary blocked the doorway. As she continued berating me, I could feel myself losing the capacity to understand her. Although I could see her lips moving, to me her voice had become a droning monotone similar to the adult voice that's used in Charlie Brown films ... "Wah-wah-blah-blah-blah-wah."
When another teacher popped into the office manager's office with a concerned look on her face, I used this as an opportunity to escape. I fled to my room, locked the door behind me, and sat on a floor in the corner of the kitchen hugging myself tightly because I was shivering in reaction to Mary's hostility.
I think I went into a brain freeze because I lost all sense of time. An hour and a half must have passed and suddenly there were people in the adjacent classroom and voices intruding upon my privacy. It was fortunate that I had already planned out my lessons and had everything ready to go.
I picked myself up, dusted myself off, rearranged the emotionally battered chef's persona that I wear to teach my class ... and somehow made it through the next six periods.
Something must have been said because two colleagues came by to ask if I was okay. Unwilling to say anything about Mary in front of the students, I mumbled something to the effect that I would be okay and went on with teaching my classes.
After the day was over, I made a beeline for home where familiar surroundings and familiar routines helped to reduce a lot of my stress.
On the following morning ... which was yesterday ... I sent the building administrator an email in which I told her what had happened and respectfully requested a "reasonable accommodation" as provided under Federal law by the Americans with Disability's Act.
I asked that the office manager not be allowed to block me from leaving if she felt compelled to scold me. I further said that if no reasonable accommodation could be made, I was prepared to submit my immediate resignation.
The principal, who knows that I'm an Aspie, subsequently BANNED the office manager from initiating contact with me. The only problem with this is that Mary controls two of my culinary accounts ... one for some $1500 and another for $500.
One of the teachers who came by to check on me is a CTE (Career and Technical Education) colleague. He teaches business. He's also my department chair. He has kindly offered to be my "go between" ... a sort of living filter who will help me avoid direct contact with the office manager.
Although I appreciate his offer, using him to act as a messenger between myself and Mary seems cumbersome ... but by the same token I really don't want to have anything to do with Mary.
Talking to her feels like I'm playing with a hand grenade ... and as everyone knows ... when the arming pin has been pulled, Ms. Hand Grenade is no longer your friend. Sadly, not knowing when Mary is going to erupt makes me incredibly nervous. I don't like the unpredictability of her anger nor do I feel that I have done anything to merit such animosity given that my entire orientation of my new job at this school consisted of, "Here's your classroom."
Sorry to vent.
It's been a long week.
David
My name is David (wave wave at the monitor) and I am an Aspie teacher.
One thing I like about teaching is that it can be very structured. School law, district and school policy, and teacher rules have allowed me to create an environment in which I have a lot of control.
As a teacher I am responsible for teaching the state instructional standards ... but how I teach them is up to me. How I sequence lessons ... how I assess student learning ... whether these lessons should be hands-on or taught using power point presentations and/or textbooks is up to me.
If a student chooses not to learn, there will be consequences. Students who refuse to participate will get failing grades. Students who mouth off to me about why they're not participating or who otherwise try to disrupt my class get a one way trip to the Dean's office where they have the choice of adjusting their attitude, having a parent conference, going into in-school suspension, or with enough referrals - being suspended.
Most students like being in my class because as a Culinary Arts teacher, I have access to a kitchen. Since at least 50% of what I do involves hands-on instruction in cooking, baking, or garde manger (cold food production), the students generally like my class because they get to eat.
Pictured above is a luncheon we prepared for new staff: lemon chicken, Pasta Florentine Roulade (stuffed with cheese, Marinara Sauce, spinach, and caramelized onion), and steamed vegetables.
The only problem I've had this year is that the school's office manager seems to hate me. I don't understand why.
When I moved out here in June, my shipment included 21 boxes that I brought to my new school. The office manager initially tried to tell me that I couldn't put these boxes in my classroom because teachers weren't supposed to be on campus until August 19th. I am fortunate that the principal was there because she overruled the office manager and allowed me to put all of my work related belongings in my classroom.
Since the school was closed throughout the month of July, I returned to campus on Monday, August 3rd, to unpack my boxes, to conduct an inventory of the kitchen's tools and equipment, and to go through my predecessor's files to see what I needed to keep and what I needed to throw away.
The office manager initially would not let me into my room because teachers weren't supposed to be on campus until August 19th ... never mind the fact that several teachers were already working in their rooms on the 3rd ... I was told to go away and to not come back until the 19th.
I stood my ground, told the office manager that I had permission from the principal to be on campus, and further told her that my instructions to inventory the room had come from the district office.
Mary (not her real name) finally gave in and gave me one time access to my room. I completed my inventory but did not have time to unpack my boxes or to go through the file cabinets ... and now that the school year has begun, my priority has shifted from going through the files to figuring out what I'm going to be teaching from week to week.
If this was the only problem with Mary, I wouldn't have minded ... but Mary has a temper and on two separate occasions, she's cornered me in her office or blocked my passage in a hallway to berate me about inadvertent violations of school policy.
Earlier this week, I nearly went into meltdown when she yelled at me for having used the wrong account to purchase my first groceries. At my last school, such purchases always went through the school's financial officer ... but at this school, two of my accounts are controlled by the office manager.
How was I supposed to have known this? I am still working for the same district. Shouldn't the policies be the same?
"WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!" growled Mary, "AND IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW, YOU SHOULD HAVE ASKED!"
When I tried to leave, Mary blocked the doorway. As she continued berating me, I could feel myself losing the capacity to understand her. Although I could see her lips moving, to me her voice had become a droning monotone similar to the adult voice that's used in Charlie Brown films ... "Wah-wah-blah-blah-blah-wah."
When another teacher popped into the office manager's office with a concerned look on her face, I used this as an opportunity to escape. I fled to my room, locked the door behind me, and sat on a floor in the corner of the kitchen hugging myself tightly because I was shivering in reaction to Mary's hostility.
I think I went into a brain freeze because I lost all sense of time. An hour and a half must have passed and suddenly there were people in the adjacent classroom and voices intruding upon my privacy. It was fortunate that I had already planned out my lessons and had everything ready to go.
I picked myself up, dusted myself off, rearranged the emotionally battered chef's persona that I wear to teach my class ... and somehow made it through the next six periods.
Something must have been said because two colleagues came by to ask if I was okay. Unwilling to say anything about Mary in front of the students, I mumbled something to the effect that I would be okay and went on with teaching my classes.
After the day was over, I made a beeline for home where familiar surroundings and familiar routines helped to reduce a lot of my stress.
On the following morning ... which was yesterday ... I sent the building administrator an email in which I told her what had happened and respectfully requested a "reasonable accommodation" as provided under Federal law by the Americans with Disability's Act.
I asked that the office manager not be allowed to block me from leaving if she felt compelled to scold me. I further said that if no reasonable accommodation could be made, I was prepared to submit my immediate resignation.
The principal, who knows that I'm an Aspie, subsequently BANNED the office manager from initiating contact with me. The only problem with this is that Mary controls two of my culinary accounts ... one for some $1500 and another for $500.
One of the teachers who came by to check on me is a CTE (Career and Technical Education) colleague. He teaches business. He's also my department chair. He has kindly offered to be my "go between" ... a sort of living filter who will help me avoid direct contact with the office manager.
Although I appreciate his offer, using him to act as a messenger between myself and Mary seems cumbersome ... but by the same token I really don't want to have anything to do with Mary.
Talking to her feels like I'm playing with a hand grenade ... and as everyone knows ... when the arming pin has been pulled, Ms. Hand Grenade is no longer your friend. Sadly, not knowing when Mary is going to erupt makes me incredibly nervous. I don't like the unpredictability of her anger nor do I feel that I have done anything to merit such animosity given that my entire orientation of my new job at this school consisted of, "Here's your classroom."
Sorry to vent.
It's been a long week.
David
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