The Brilliance of My School

Sometimes I question the intelligence of people around me. I often question my school. Frequently, things happen that make me wonder who thought this was a good idea? My favorite example of a lack in logic was the construction of a plexi-glass wall in between the teachers' room and the rest of the office. All of the teachers are squeezed into one room, which is packed full of desks. At one of our useless Tuesday meetings, we were informed that there would be some construction taking place the following weekend, but not to worry, it would not disrupt us in the slightest. The construction was to make the upper half of the wall plexi-glass. This would cosmetically enhance our school. Oh yeah, they would also be moving the wall back two feet, thus reducing the size of the already small teachers' room (this part was muttered as an afterthought). Well, the construction began on Friday morning, and it was earsplittingly loud. It was sort of disruptive because it we still had to teach on Friday. Also, all of the Korean staff had been displaced into hallways and the computer room, which several classes needed to use to take tests on the computers that day. Also, they unplugged and took away all but one of the teachers' computers, which is where the tests and handouts we need to teach our classes are stored. Oh yeah, and all of the photocopiers, except one that was broken, disappeared. The broken photocopier was then plugged in outside of the teachers' room. After a few hours, all of the teachers were rounded up to help move the desks out of the way for the construction. I was annoyed at being "not disrupted" by the construction, but I laughed it off, thinking it would only be for one day. However, the construction lasted another week or two, but don't worry, it wasn't disruptive at all. Just like the time when a mysterious man came into my class to use his electric screwdriver to fix things during the middle of my class. Using power tools isn't loud at all. Sometimes I feel like I am supposed to teach an obedient class in the middle of a circus tent. "Oh no, kids. Just ignore the juggling bears and listen to my enthralling lecture on American history." The chaos almost drives me to insanity, especially when it is over something as silly as half of a plexi-glass wall that, in my opinion, didn't make the room look any better. Especially when the Korean staff stacked shelves up to the ceiling on their side. Now the teachers have a wonderful view of the back of cheap cabinets. I don't know about you, but I don't find the sight of particleboard stapled together to be pleasing. What was wrong with the wall that we had before? Who thought that this was a good idea?



Along with the utterly useless plexi-glass wall, we got a glass door that doesn't open because of the piles of crap shoved in the way. To my knowledge, no one has ever gone through this doorway.