Are you sick of high paid teachers? Teachers’ hefty salaries are driving up taxes, and they only work 9 or 10 months a year! It’s time we put things in perspective and pay them for what they do - baby sit! We can get that for less than minimum wage.
That’s right. Let’s give them $3.00 an hour and only the hours they worked; not any of that silly planning time, or any time they spend before or after school. That would be $19.50 a day (7:45 to 3:00 PM with 45 min. off for lunch and plan — that equals 6 1/2 hours).
Each parent should pay $19.50 a day for these teachers to baby-sit their children.
Now how many do they teach in day…maybe 30? So that’s $19.50 x 30 = $585.00 a day. However, remember they only work 180 days a year!!! I am not going to pay them for any vacations.
LET’S SEE…. That’s $585 X 180= $105,300 peryear. (Hold on! My calculator needs new batteries).
What about those special education teachers and the ones with Master’s degrees? Well, we could pay them minimum wage ($7.75), and just to be fair, round it off to $8.00 an hour. That would be $8 X 6 1/2 hours X 30 children X 180 days = $280,800 per year.
Wait a minute — there’s something wrong here! There sure is!
The average teacher’s salary (nation wide) is $50,000. $50,000/180 days = $277.77/per day/30 students=$9.25/6.5 hours = $1.42 per hour per student–a very inexpensive baby-sitter and they even EDUCATE your kids!)
WHAT A DEAL!!!!
As a teacher candidate, I will never not reblog.
Teacher love <3
Sometimes the universe works in mysterious ways; I so needed to see this just now. I’m sitting here in tears because people keep telling me that my work as a teacher is useless, or at least less important that so many other jobs, and I deserve less than I get, which isn’t much. (I’m not complaining - my husband (also a teacher) and I make a modest living, but what life wouldn’t be easier if you made an extra couple thousand a year?) People really need some perspective on this.
When you watched those dancers, were they flattered? Being the performers that they were, did they drink in your attention and delight in your adoring eyes, flirting with your manhood?
Perhaps they showed off a little, stretching their long legs a little longer and pointing their toes a little harder and holding in their stomachs more than usual.
Or were they disturbed by your scrutiny- your hands clenched a little too tightly over your lap, your obvious eyes relieving them of their costumes, your lips turned up into the curl of a sneer of a man who knows what he wants?
After the fall, when you and I are huddled together, trying to keep the cold from our bones, the agony is not because of the fall, or the cold, but because of the realization that never again will my love be enough.
Whose tickling fingers play quietly overnight leaving just enough sign to signal an arrival with cold breath breathing lifting the pressure, pushing hot summer away. Then you come, come closer trumpeting your assumption in violent reds and yellows, fire and brimstone and crisp air, the sun punching every branch, every leaf which, in turn, radiates light from the inside, making the world at once brilliant (we shade our eyes with our hands to take it all in) and terrifying (no one likes change) and just when we feel the world cannot be any more on fire
you leave just as quietly as you came, as quietly as the last, lonely leaf coming to rest on the ground.
Go home and write A page tonight. And let that page come out of you – Then it will be true
Search deep into your soul, Through your thoughts and your goals. Write something you know is True – And don’t be afraid of what makes you YOU.
Silence. 28 pairs of wide eyes looking up at me.
“Are you serious? I thought we were reading a poem today and answering questions.”
I’m serious. You can do this.
Silence. 28 pairs of wide eyes looking up at me.
“Can’t you just tell us the answer? My head hurts.”
Can I tell you the answer to your soul? No! And it should be your heart hurting, not your head. So, go home and write A page tonight. Write something you know is True – And don’t be afraid of what makes you YOU.
The next day, all 28 pairs of wide eyes file in, take their seats, and wait in silence for me to collect their papers.
“Miss, I searched into my soul last night and it was HARD. I had to like, think. About myself. And I tried. Hard. And I wrote… something. But it doesn’t make sense.”
How rare it is for one’s soul to make sense. The sense is in your head, not your soul, your heart.
Which makes me wonder, what were you thinking about? When I told you to look into your soul, why did you start thinking
Reading over some of my old poetry from two years ago. I did a poem-a-day challenge through the month of February with some friends and former students. I’ve surprised myself at how well put together some of the poems are. Two years ago, when I was writing the poems, I thought they were haphazardly thrown together.
And then I remember how much I enjoyed writing poetry every day. Just carving out time for myself to do it.
And then I remember I was going to do it again on this Tumblr. I think I said something about it back in October.
And then I remember how much work it is and how little time I have for a new project.
And then I’m torn between a love for writing poetry and a love for doing other things that are taking up so much time.
“Teaching is a complex art of performance, intellect, innate instinct, patience, cultural awareness, and courage—perhaps one of the most complex professions around. It’s not a community-service pit stop on the way to a real career. It’s one of the hardest and most influential jobs a person can hold.”—
I will never buy a Kindle. I look at the Kindles, the Nooks, and the e-books of the world with the kind of distaste saved for the eating of a sour fruit or an overly cologned gentleman at a bar. These electronic ‘download your book’ devices upset me and I am…
I really hate that people have this attitude towards e-readers, like anyone who uses one isn’t a real “reader.” I have a shit ton of books around my house; two bookshelves are full, stacks of books are piled in corners, and several storage bins are filled to their brims because I don’t have any other space to display my full collection.
But you know what? My arms and hands don’t work as well as they should. I physically cannot hold a book open for long periods of time, especially not the thick, hardcover ones. I bought a Kindle so that I could continue to enjoy books. (And because I don’t want to keep killing trees to support my habit.)
I will be forever grateful that the Kindle exists and that I’m lucky enough to have one. So keep loving your books, but spare me the pretentious attitude.
Let’s not forget another key point here: You can be a reader without reading books in any format. I’ve seen people on my dash saying that tumblr has cut into their reading time…I don’t know about the rest of you, but my dash is 90% text, and my pleasure reading, for the most part, is tumblr. I read a lot for school, but that’s my “work” reading. Until this semester, where novels were a huge chunk of my academic reading, it had probably been six years since I had time to read novels regularly.
I still read books. I enjoy reading books. But I’m reading this, too. If your dash is full of pictures, ok, but do you have RSS? Do you read blogs for information or entertainment? You’re reading. You’re a reader.
Telling people they’re not readers because they’re reading the wrong things or reading them in the wrong format is a surefire way to keep people from branching into other ways of reading other topics.
Today a student approached my co-worker. She sat down with her at homeroom, an unusual thing for her to do. She started asking odd questions. She was telling my friend how she was hanging out with two boys yesterday (“What were you doing?” Smirk.) and she can’t remember anything that happened…
This was coffee in my grandparents’ house. Sipped from small, wide-top cups nestled in saucers. Today I gulp mine from a mug twice that size.
Aww, yea. :) We have everyday mugs that are twice the size of the one in that photo, but sometimes I just really like the idea of a saucer. It makes me feel grown up, I guess. Or like I don’t always need a bajillion ounces of coffee. :)
“I don’t like it when women brag about being best friends with their boyfriend. Um, they aren’t. You may really enjoy each other’s company, but no man is capable of being your best friend. A best friend is someone who goes to get their nails done with you, and I can’t respect a man who gets a pedicure. A best friend is someone who can lie in bed all day and watch Lifetime with you, and I can’t respect a man who cries. A best friend is someone whose menstrual cycle catches up with yours, and I can’t respect a man who gets his period.”—
I used to sort of like Chelsea Handler, but I have lost any sort of respect that I once had for her. This quote is one of the most obnoxious pieces of bullshit I have ever had the displeasure of reading in my entire life.
Do you have a new year's resolution and, if so, what is it?
I do have a new year’s resolution, though it might sound a little weird. I resolved to not let my students get to me as much as I have been letting them. Sometimes they say really amazing, smart, funny things, but sometimes they are really hurtful without meaning to be. With all the personal changes in my life last semester, I let my thick skin down and was getting emotional about it. Now, I’ve toughened up a little bit.
Saw your tweet lol... and I'm equally addicted to twitter and tumblr
Cubs or white sox and why?
Sox! It’s a family thing. If I said to anyone I was a Cubs fan, my mom and brother might disown me. :) But my husband is a Cubs fan, which is interesting. We had a black and white wedding (not Sox related, but my mom and I teased him about it anyway), and surprised him with a little Cubby blue in his boutineer.
I was raised by a gay couple and I’m doing pretty well. I scored in the 99th percentile on the ACT. I’m actually an Eagle Scout, I own and operate my own small business. If I was your son Mr. Chairman, I believe I’d make you very proud.
I’m not really so different from any of your children. My family really isn’t so different from yours. After all, your family doesn’t derive its sense of worth by being told by the state, “You’re married, congratulations.” No, the sense of family comes from the commitment we make to each other, to work through the hard times so we can enjoy the good ones. It comes from the love that binds us. That’s what makes us a family.
So what you’re voting here isn’t to change us. It’s not to change our families. It’s to change how the law views us, how the law treats us. You are voting for the first time in the history of our state to codify discrimination into our constitution… a constitution that, but for the proposed amendment, is the least amended constitution in the United States. You’re telling Iowans that some among you are second-class citizens who do not have the right to marry the person you love.
So will this vote affect my family? Will it affect yours? Over the next two hours, I’m sure we’re going to hear plenty of testimony about how damaging having gay parents is on kids. But in my 19 years, not once have I ever been confronted by an individual who realized independently that I was raised by a gay couple. And you know why? Because the sexual orientation of my parents has had ZERO effect on the content of my character. Thank you very much.
Zach Wahls, a 19-year-old Univ. of Iowa engineering student, who spoke before the Iowa House of Representatives today against a resolution proposing a constitutional amendment to ban same-sex marriage in Iowa. The resolution passed 62-37.
Watch the wonderful, riveting three-minute speech here.