3rd Hour, Day Four

At lunch I overheard some of the teachers talking about contract negotiations and pay raise stuff. I guess the pay raises don't even match the rise of inflation. Yeesh. If that doesn't make a person want to jump into teaching, I don't know what will.

Instead of working on the previously discussed discussion on Death of a Salesman, I sat in with Liz, another English teacher who seems to teach mostly electives. I went along to part of her TV production class, where she said that she doesn't actually 'teach' everyday. Students work on their stuff and come to her with questions, so we should have lots of time to talk about teaching and stuff. Liz is the teacher that tells me not to go into teaching, so I think that her advice is the most valuable that I can get from anyone at Jefferson. She began to tell me exactly why I shouldn't go into teaching when one of her students came to ask her a question and we forgot all about it. Darn. I guess I'll have to spend another 3rd hour with her to find out.

I spent the second half of 3rd hour doing lunch duty with Mr. Johnson. Mrs. Schultz said, "I would rather clean the dirty toilet seats with my tongue than do lunchroom duty," so I knew that I couldn't pass it up.

It wasn't that bad really. I actually kind of liked it. It seemed like it was just another chance to interact with people and tell the kids what to do. I do see Schultz's point of view though. Someone that has their master's degree probably doesn't deserve to be put in charge of dirty trays and empty milk cartons.