Oh the weather for the soul! She pours the ink! As far as the other "real" ... A Weather with his vocabulary so strangely similar ... Storm, tornado, hurricane, but also depression, black clouds, little stiff breezes of Turbulence and reviews of great expense. Fortunately, dear Comtesse de Segur! After rain or shine. ..
So here I am out of this bad air configuration. The cockpit is a bit shaken by the shear of the everyday and ordinary wickedness. But alive and stronger than ever.
At work, we must stay the course, not always easy in the current conditions of decay of our national education. Parents receive fractious and full of a-priori against the school, ready to defend their offspring against all odds. Offspring increasingly unstructured, without references, without limits, and not at all prepared to listen to emit any fumes of any authority whatsoever.
"Iron fist in velvet glove", the formula has yet been proven, but even with a smile, even coating of honey his words a thousand precautions, it is difficult to hear due to the who do not want to hear ... and who came only to "break the official."
Week National Rating ... Ah! the sweet music of the 1, 9, 9, 1, 0, 1, 1, encodings abstruse if any (geeks know what I mean) where 1 is the note and 9 bad Cent ... codes per child multiplied by 30 equals 3000 figures aligned in arrays, supposed to give a "snapshot" of the student level. What time misspent, during which we could study a page of the latest book by Frank Prévot "Nothing to do" , learn "Catch the Joy" by Charles Trenet, distinguish stratocumulus of cumulonimbus, recite "the dunce" Prévert and finally understand why zero is not the smallest number that exists ... But it takes figure, results, results-oriented culture O! The equation of our little darlings ... While at the same time, we protested against the school grades. As if the percentages were not notes ... What hypocrisy! The hard
methodical if not with surgical ruling oligarchy which applies to land Public School has become heavier to bear. Hear the minister speak of "undertaking" about the school, merit awards for rectors and principals (for their loyal service, ie the number of positions eliminated, to substantial savings on the backs of students and teachers) see press, squeeze the lemon growing staff, teachers to push the blame, discouragement, despair, suicide, closing their mouth, divide by creating situations increasingly individualized, these are very sharp thorn in the heart of a teacher attached to outdated values like solidarity, secularism, the Public Service ...
The sentence highlighted in my profile has never been so relevant. I am vexed. I believe that during these few days, I became a instituTRISTE ... Sad, very sad to have to fight against the inhumanity of academic services that remove cold days of payment by mistake, to colleagues in trouble, and refuse to acknowledge their sin, sad to recall the local daily that the walls , windows, roof, bathrooms, in short, the general condition of a school for 40 years requires a little care, home improvement, consideration, and in return? The indifference of policy makers, neglect relevant services, which allow children to work for months in classes where it's barely 15 degrees, where the wind rushes into the interstices of windows increasingly disturbing, with mournful complaints Scottish castle. This to be romantic if it was not particularly pathetic. Not a day without a radiator leak, an electrical short circuit, a lock jammed, jammed a mechanism, a painting in tatters, a clogged toilet, while our politicians are strutting in air conditioned offices, facilities and brand new pose their ass on leather armchairs ... Some small events of the week would be almost comical. As the college application brazenly private schools City of print and display their advertising for their "open house". Anything. Unconsciousness or evil? Still, the responses (unanimous) colleagues to prove to me this nonsense that even dying, the public school is not dead yet. She even punch. I took this as an improvement of salvation ... the backdrop of revolution of Tunisia, is sparking hope to grasp.
Yes, we must admit that my natural enthusiasm, my optimism legendary, always there under normal momentarily gave way to a ras-le-bol. But it's like poker, I will me again! I feel that I am better already ...
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