I’m walking through the school, looking at the total disarray. You can’t move from one hallway to the next, without walking into a bucket that’s slowly filling with water, which drips from a leaky ceiling. Trash cans, buckets and chairs collect the water-and people move about as if it’s normal.
You know what? This is their normal. Many of the children know nothing else. Classrooms are occupied with yelling children, staff is consumed with pulling disruptive children out of their classrooms, the principal is hidden in the parent liaison room, stuffing her fat face and avoiding her messy office space. What is being taught? What is being learned? Sadly, not very much.
In this HELLemetary, we are left counting days down-in the middle of the school year, avoiding being battered by our students and ringing our hands hoping not to catch a case. This place is utter dysfunction and chaos, at best. Schedules aren’t followed because they aren’t created to add balance to this place, but confusion. From day to day, I (along with others) wander around aimlessly trying to figure out what the hell we are doing. Personally, I’m trying to figure out how this school is even operating.
…but then again, if you are okay with allowing this for your child…then I can see why this school continues to operate like this.