B sits through these meetings looking mildly annoyed.
That was the comment from my British colleague and I thought it was an understatement. I had stayed up late preparing for the meeting with my team today - hoping to lay out what we were doing over the next week-and-a-half.
First we went over the exam to finalize. Tim and Tatiana seemed like they had no idea what was going on. B had her head in her computer doing something else. At one point I said,
"I need someone to answer me, give a response, nod a head, agree or disagree."
Young Brooke stepped in. She worked with us last year and seems to be on top of things.
We ended the meeting barely getting through the exam, and I still had four more things on the agenda. Everyone left and B said "we didn't talk about my spreadsheet."
We didn't talk about a lot of things.
B's spreadsheet is five linked pages with 8 major grades that have tabs to those each link of smaller grades that feed into it. There are spaces to fill in over a hundred marks - and they will be individual and have to be searched for because our reading groups are mixed classes. Her spreadsheet is horrifying.
"Um.. I was hoping we could lessen the number of marks to like, four. One a week for the first unit."
"Then I will have to change EVERYTHING I planned."
"Yes, I noticed you put some things on the Drive, they were amazing - is this what you're planning on doing."
"Yes, with my group, because I have the higher group. You might do something different with your group."
Like only four marks rather than a kajillion. The woman is crazy and pulling me into her crazy. I am supposed to be running this side show, but it was her baby, and she is running the whole middle school English program now ... but she seems to have plans in place for us already. Which, I wouldn't mind - but the whole reason I stepped in was to avoid this "secret or surprise" methodology of hers. Surprise! I plan on giving a hundred marks this semester.
I'm so ready to quit
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