Friday, June 24, 2016

End of School Year Review

At the end of every school year since 2010, I take a look back at the stats. I got the idea from Mr. Homework, but I have since made it my own yearly blog feature.

Of the 180 school days this year, I worked 161 of them. This is up from previous years (the links to previous years are at the bottom of this post). This number does not include the 6 1/2 days I worked at the continuation high school in August before the official start of the school year.

Of those 161 days, 55 of them I also covered an extra period during the teacher's prep period, and 25 of those teachers did not have a prep period. Which means that of the 161 days, I didn't get a prep period in 80 of them. About half. Which sounds about right.

I worked the first day of school but not the last. I did work three of the four days of the last week of school, if that counts. And that included proctoring a final.

71 of those days were in high school classes, 63 were in middle school classes, and 27 were spent at the continuation high school (well, 34 if you count the days in August).

Some specifics:

  • English: 60 days and 4 extra periods
    • This year's grade winner: 9th, with 21 days
    • 2nd place: 11th, with 16 days
    • 3rd: 10th, with 11 days
    • As for the rest: 7th grade-8 days; 8th grade-8 days; 12th grade-7 days; ELD-8 days
  • Science: 18 days and 7 extra periods
    • Top: 8th grade science (not surprising) with 9 days
    • I did not get a day in physics, but I did get one day in chemistry, 5 days in 7th grade science, and a day here and there in the high school disciplines
  • Social Studies: 25 days and 17 extra periods
    • Top: World History with 5 days
    • The rest were about even, with 3 to 4 days in 7th grade, 8th grade, geography, U.S. history, government, and economics.
  • Math: 38 days and 2 extra periods
    • Top: 8th grade with 15 days
    • 2nd place: integrated math (which replaced algebra 1) with 11 days (plus 3 days of algebra 1 at the continuation high school)
    • There was a smattering of all the other levels ranging from 1 to 4 days.
  • Special Ed.: 22 days and 13 extra periods
    • Some of these days correspond to the other subjects, as some of the special ed. teachers co-teach, so I might have classified the day as special ed. and English because it was a special ed. English class.
  • Miscellany
    • 4 days in computer classes
    • 6 days "roving", that is, various testing or days where I covered more than two teachers that day
    • 2 days in Spanish and 2 days in French
    • 3 days covering one period of P.E. and three days covering an athletic team (just one period at the end of the day)
    • 2 days covering art
    • 1 day covering band (middle school)
    • 3 periods of ASB and 2 of yearbook
It's always interesting to me to look back at the school year as a whole. One of the great things about subbing is the variety. I definitely had that this year. 

Previous Years' Stats:

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Graduation Daydream

This is the 9th annual graduation daydream. (I just counted.) It all started with me dozing off in a special ed class on the last day of school. And, so now every year since, I like to repost this as a way to mark the end of one school year and the beginning of summer.

It starts with a stage filled with teens in caps and gowns. A graduation ceremony. The new graduates look over the audience filled with proud parents. They're excited. They've finally finished school, and they're looking forward to the next phase of their lives.

The new graduates exit at the side of the stage. They hug each other. Many are in tears. They meet up with parents, take pictures, and gradually leave the area.

The stage is empty, but not for long.

Off to the other side of the stage is another group of students a year younger than those who just exited. They climb the stairs and claim the stage for themselves.

The new senior class surveys its domain. Some look in corners. Others go to the edge of the stage and peer out at the audience. Many are cheering, fist pumping, and bouncing up and down. Two boys run at each other and bump chests. They have arrived.

While the new senior class celebrates, the area just off the stage that was just vacated starts to fill. This group looks around in awe and wonder. A few look up the steps, itching to join the new seniors. Several look out over the line that stretches out behind them. It's a long line and it seems to disappear into the horizon.

As each group moves up to the next position, they look over their new surroundings. The new freshman class, however, is so busy celebrating and laughing at the group just below them that they don't notice how trashed their new position is. Then again, their old spot in the line wasn't much better.

The newest middle schoolers carefully take up their new position. They are all wide-eyed wonder. The more adventurous pull their peers along. They take their time looking around, acclimating to their new position in line. There's a demarcation behind them, and they thought they'd never get beyond that border. Now that they are, they're not sure what they're going to do next.

Each elementary grade moves up one. As the former kindergartners take their first grade spot (and make themselves right at home), an empty spot is left at the end of the line. But like all the other spots in line, this one doesn't remain empty for long.

Off in the distance, family groups start to arrive. The parents push their little ones into their spot in line. Some of these children run to take over their spot. Others cling. The families stand there, watching their little ones for some time, not sure what to do next.

One mother shakes her head as she watches her little one acclimate to the line. "They grow up so fast," she says.

Nearby, various people are on their way out of the area. One woman hears the kindergartner's mother, so she turns to her and says, "You have no idea." The woman looks off into the distance where her graduate is off with friends.

"You have no idea," the woman repeats.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Things Not to Do in a Final

Just as soon as my internet issues get resolved, I get felled by a cold. Deep sigh. Just poking my head out to clear up a few things, and then back to resting and watching TV. If you've not seen me around your blog the last couple days, that's why. I'll be back soon. I hope. 

Also, this week I'm at Unicorn Bell. I'd love it if you'd stop by.

I actually got to proctor a final this year. (Some years I do. Mostly, I just show movies on the last days of school.) It was in a freshman English class. 100 questions on Romeo & Juliet.

Honestly, I expected more of a fight. Luckily, I was wrong. I warned them about not talking. They didn't talk. Everything was going pretty well, until I caught the kiddo with earbuds in.

Seriously? It's a FINAL! You don't listen to music while taking a final.

I motioned for him to remove the earbuds. A bit later, I caught him with one earbud back in his ear.

Well, at least it went smoothly for the rest of the class...

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

That Strange Place

At the heart of much speculative fiction (and fiction in general) is a question. What if? On Tuesdays I like to throw one out there and see what you make of it. Do with it as you please. If a for-instance is not specified, feel free to interpret that instance as you wish. And if you find this becomes a novel-length answer, I'd appreciate a thank you in the acknowledgements ;)

What if you noticed all sorts of weird goings on near a place you frequent? (Like a neighboring house, that storefront near your favorite coffee shop, a building near your work, a strange apartment building near your kid's school...) By "weird" (and I'm specifying here), I mean people coming in and out at weird times wearing odd clothing (like pantaloons or prairie skirts or horned helmets) and looking lost. What would you think was going on? (I'm asking for a friend...)

Monday, June 20, 2016

More Requests

Last week I mentioned my internet woes. It looks like the problem might be solved, so I can write the post I intended to write last week. Hooray!

(If I have not gotten around to your blog yet, I should soon. I have a couple days to catch up on after the fiasco that was last week.)

I finally finished the requested gloves:

I have not delivered them yet (scheduling issues), but once I do, I should get a good shot of them modeled.

And more donuts:

They were originally ordered from another seller at the farmers market. Connecting with her has also been a challenge.

Seems like I'm getting all these requests from other farmers market vendors. Which again happened on Sunday the 12th...

One of the vendors brought her son. He found my booth, and he got to talking. He saw my EOS lip balm holders...

...and told me I should make one like the Yo-Kai Watch. Which I'd never heard of. I looked it up... (I'm not going to post a picture due to copyright issues, so check out the link if you have no idea what I'm talking about.)

Then later, Pam, who manages the non-food vendors, had something to show me. Amigurumi jellyfish. (Again, copyright, so please check out the link.) Which apparently is now a thing on Pinterest. It's so much of a thing that when I mentioned what I was making when I went to buy eyes, the ladies knew exactly what I was talking about.

I had hoped to have one finished to post today, but alas, not quite. Those tentacles take a while. But next week for sure. (I'm close to finishing one.)

Also, this is my week over at Unicorn Bell. Where I'm whining talking about how I've been writing chapter 20 for a very long time...

Friday, June 17, 2016

Unenforceable Consequences

My internet woes continue. You probably haven't seen me on your blogs since Wednesday, when I snuck some time on the work internet and still had some data left at home. At the moment, it looks like I've exceeded the month's data allowance. Again. Hopefully, things will get cleared up this weekend, so I should get caught up by next week. *fingers crossed*

It was the penultimate week of school and the last Friday of the year. (The room no longer looks like it did above. The teacher had taken all the work off the walls.) The last week of school is all end-of-year activities for the 8th graders, so they were done with class. So done that the teacher had already submitted their final grades.

Friday was their field trip to Knott's Berry Farm. But not every 8th grader could go. If they failed classes or had discipline issues, they could not go. (And a few chose not to go--they didn't want to, didn't have parent permission, or could not afford the ticket.)

The teacher I covered that day was chaperoning. As she had all 8th graders, the only students I had in class were those who did not go. Small classes, but the ones left behind...

Ms. R gave them an assignment to keep them busy. An assignment that she would not grade. She said some of them might figure that out.


Giving 8th graders a do-nothing day is one way to trash a classroom, so I played it like it was an actual assignment.

"I'm not going to do it," one boy informed me. Then he logicked it out. He knew all their work had been turned in. In fact, Ms. R was not accepting any more late work. They had turned in all extra credit. And he knew that his final grade for the class was already recorded with the school.

I did not confirm nor deny.

At least he just sat there. I didn't have to keep after him, like I had to keep after the boy doing backflips onto a beanbag. (I did mention giving 8th graders a free period was a bad idea.)

This was the class with The Visitors. I got a chance to ask. Turns out, the boys did actually belong in that class. They had been suspended for a while (not a month). But they weren't due back that day. Not sure why they came back early. But I didn't encounter them on this day as they had been suspended. Again.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Old Home Day

Why I was back in this class is kind of a long story. Why they even needed a sub is an open question. When I talked to Ms. A, I was told that most of her regulars had graduated.

Graduation at the continuation high school doesn't work like traditional high schools. A set amount of work counts for a credit. Once the student earns the district (not sure if this is statewide) required 220 credits, they graduate. They can finish at any time, not just in June.

There was one girl who needed a little help with her history assignment. Otherwise, things were pretty dead until the afternoon. That's when the instructional assistant (IA) arrived with Angel in tow. (I'm looking back through previous posts. I haven't mentioned Angel much. Which surprises me, as she was the type of student that frequently fills my posts.)

I hadn't seen Angel in a while as she graduated a while ago. She's now at a local community college studying forensics. She came by campus to make sure her boyfriend got grad night tickets as they were going together.

A couple others stopped by to pick up paperwork they needed for college enrollment or just for their personal records (stuff they should have on hand in case they ever need it). One of the boys had been at the school for a while (and never made the blog--a good student), so it was good to see that he'd finally finished.

Then Taylor stopped by. She needed help with something for college and help with finding a new job as she'd just stopped going to her old one... The IA, who was as bored as me, was happy to help.

An actual student walked in for 7th period. He started a math assignment. He waved me off when I initially offered, but when he got stuck, he was happy for my help.

Taylor chimed in. She said I was a good one to help him. I guess she does remember and appreciate how I helped her finish that final credit.

Note: Today is the last day of school. Next week is when I recap this week. I have a couple more subbing stories. Then it'll be time for my annual repost of the Graduation Daydream and my Year End Stats (spoiler: my days are up for this year). That will be either next week or the week after, depending on how the posts work out.