I had a teacher
fail today. I usually do, Tuesdays 8th
period with 5G. I have missed four lessons
with them out of six in the past two weeks, but I still plowed forward with the
lesson, trying to jam it all in . .
. a strategy that NEVER works.
Kind of like the
whole English program, jamming a few years of English into one.
All schools have
their problems. Our school problem I
haven’t figured out if it’s unique or Turkish – but there is a false
democracy. The English Department is
throwing themselves into a program that all advised against. The director of the school posed the question
in public forum once: Why don’t you feel respected by administration? But even if dissidence could be respectfully
discussed – it seems very little comes of it.
Instead, disagreement seems to be viewed as a challenge to ones
job. That was my experience with Human
Resources. I asked, “Why don’t I have my
work visa?” And the response,
essentially, was why are your mad? I’m sitting in the same position again
this year. An expired work visa with
assurance that renewal has been applied for and is on its way, anytime, in the
next couple of weeks. I am fighting the
urge to call some people out on not doing their job, again. But I’m trying to be patient while imaging a
whole bunch of worse case dramas that involve me, 9 months pregnant, in jail
because HR thought my work visa was no big deal.
I have talked
about changing schools for the past couple of years, but I haven’t really moved
on it, because inspite of these problems, I’m generally happy where I am. I love my freedom in the classroom and it’s
restored my creativity and enjoyment of teaching.
I argued that
they must – the lire has dropped to three-to-one – and the competing school is
offering housing, tuition for my kids, for myself if I wish, and plane tickets
home. Huge selling points for me.
I’ve played the
scenario out in my head – getting the offer from the competing school and my
current school matching it. What would
it take to keep me? Bottom line would be
my kid’s tuition paid and some sort of bonus, plane ticket, or dollar’s
compensation so we could make it home to visit family. Either way, I’m looking forward now – ready to
move.
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