Schools Are Funny Places To Work
The fun you remember counts.
My appreciation to my friend Zizi, for helping me remember…
Originally I taught Art and Special education in High School. When I regained my senses I relicensed and changed to early childhood, and mentoring new teachers, where I belonged.
Spending days, weeks, and years with little children can make you crazy. My home school was administered by two of the finest educators I have ever known. The men were intelligent, fair, and funny. The Assistant Principal Ken was in charge of supplies. There was a supply room, and he had the only key. It was a poor school in a poor neighborhood.
The Department of Education funds the schools, but it is the strong P.T.A.’s that provide extra money and luxuries my grandchildren enjoy, that this school did not have. I was always scrounging supplies. I had a small budget, and my good friend in a special program provided art materials. I used money collected from Scholastic books to buy more books. Kindergarteners go through a lot of supplies. I am talking about pencils, paper, notebooks, the most basic equipment. The parents also helped provide, tissues, and paper towels, I kept the class rich in hotel soap.
Ken was very stingy with his supply closet. He distributed a small allotment to every class in the school. My new teachers…
