I can’t believe I’m blogging about this…AGAIN. Already. I really, really was hoping to just sort of put things behind me and finish the year, relax and then start next year all fresh. I was willing to go into next year with a more open mind and determination to do better.
But it just couldn’t rest.
This past year, this blog was dominated by the Georgia alternate Assessment and the havoc that it caused in my life as a teacher. I logged in countless hours going over and over and over the stuff. I really did try my best to make sure I did all of it correctly. I did make the one snarky remark and got my butt soundly and roundly chewed for it. But over all, I put in what I can only describe as my best effort. As one assistant principal Harry said, “It’s not the students that are graded, it’s the teachers.”
I finally got my grade for the GAA.
No, the results for the students won’t be ready until June 11th! What the hell good that does, I have no idea. It’s demoralizing that we broke our butts to submit them in a timely manner and then they can’t score them in a timely manner. No matter. The damage has been done. I personally have spoke to a dozen or so teachers who are moving, retiring and transferring to escape the GAA. Students with the severest of disabilities will have the most inexperienced teachers next year, thanks to this crap.
I was observed earlier in the year and got a good classroom evaluation. But yesterday, on the last day of school, another assistant principal, Carey, pulled out another evaluation form for me to sign. It was a reprimand, noting my unsatisfactory performance on the GAA. They said they found mistakes that I had failed to correct. They said I had submitted incorrect data collection dates. They said I failed to measure up. Carey said that they had to rush at the last minute to correct whatever errors they found. I had submitted and resubmitted multiple, multiple times and tried to incorporate every suggestion and correction asked. As my first time through this, I was doing the best I could and under pressure.
It doesn’t even matter how Taz did, now. Because if he passes, the AP’s will take the credit based on their corrections. If he fails, they’ll blame it all on me. It’s the ultimate CYA.
Now I don’t know if I even want to come back next year. It certainly does provide the incentive to look for other options and it seems to be pointing towards getting out of the severe and profound business. The Washington and Atlanta bureaucrats are making an already challenging job unmanageable.
Haha! Misspelling the title was so indicative of my confusion! No wonder I can’t do these things right.