School Makes Me Mad

School makes me mad.  Real mad sometimes.

I get upset at the way student issues are dealt with.  The food choices in the cafeteria upset me.  It's frustrating to not be able to go out to recess because the temperature is too high or too low.  The paperwork and documentation that I am required to do is enough to make a grown man cry.  The expanding obsession with graphable data, plot points, and all things spreadsheet drives me crazy.  Parental conflicts, report cards, grading, textbook adoptions...  And don't get me started on the testing and all the baggage that comes with it.

School makes me mad.  So what?

I have to slow down and ask myself that.  So what?  What does all that anger and frustration mean?

Number one, I guess the anger means that I care.  You don't get upset over things you don't care about.  The paperwork hasn't turned into a TPS report to be carelessly filled out and then used for discarded fish entrails.  Yet.

The day I stop getting angry about some of this stuff is the day I need to seriously consider my profession as a teacher.  I just have to watch that the anger doesn't consume me, but motivates me.

I know that there are things I probably could /should be doing.  I'm sure there are meetings, protests, ballots, petitions, strongly worded e-mails, meetings, leading a charge, activism, legislation, voting.  Something.  I'm sure there is something more I could do.  I just don't know what to do exactly.  So, I'll start where I am- in my classroom and on this blog.

School makes me mad.  Now what?