Thursday, July 23, 2009

All done!

My class is over. Yeay!!! I'm going to buy a bushel of apricots to celebrate. Actually, I'm going to try my virgin apricot juicing skills and see if I can make a batch of apricot nectar.

Summer is starting to run out. I was curious to see how my numbers are looking for next year, so I got online and pulled up my class rosters. Isn't technology grand? It gave me a heart-attack. I have two classes at 45, and one at 43. I e-mailed the principal and told him this wasn't going to work. He said he'd work on it, and asked me to call him. When I talked to him on the phone, he assured me that he would work with the registrar to take care of the numbers in my classes. In the course of our conversation, he also casually mentioned that he had made me the department head, and did he tell me that last spring? No, he didn't, but I had kind of figured it would happen, just by the process of elimination. We lost our department head and wonderful Spanish teacher to a different high school in the district last spring. (Sigh! Grrr! That whole situation made me so mad! And sad!) I'm the only full-time foreign language teacher left who has been in the school for at least a year. The German teacher we share with Bonneville is the department head at Bonneville, and I'm sure he doesn't want double-duty. Ah, the joys of a small department.

Anyway, I'm off to tackle the apricots!

3 comments:

Emily said...

Wow, department head! That sounds fancy! But probably one of those things that is more work for the same pay? At least it looks good on a resume. :)

Nurse Heidi said...

I have no doubt that you're up to the task :). Though 45 kids in one class = heartburn. Good luck with that one!

Alan said...

You should get a jar with a fake dismembered head in it to signify your new "head" status. It would look swell on the corner of your desk and would add immensely to your intimidation factor. Until the parents started calling I guess.

I told one of my doctor friends that he should wear an indian headdress around the hospital for a few weeks when he was made chief resident. To symbolize "chief" status you know. I don't think he did it though.

No one seems to be taking my advice lately.

Congratulations on the position! Good luck on class size. I suppose you can look at it as flattery that you're a popular teacher. Not surprising. What with the dismembered head on your desk and all.