I have met and come to know many public school teachers throughout my life. Many of my relatives on my mother's side of the family chose teaching and law as their careers. Mustang, a good blog friend and personal friend, also spent years teaching students in government schools in addition to his many years of military service.
The stories they tell are sometimes near unbelievable.
Here is an interesting article from the Indy Star about being a dean in an inner-city school.
Michael Robinson held up his hand and asked the speed-talking Manual High School student standing before him to hold on for a few seconds.
Then he bowed his head.
Give me the strength to change what I can and the patience to accept what I cannot," he said. "Amen."
He then looked up, sighed and smiled.
"How can I help you?"
The student, a freshman named Dakota, spent the next few minutes complaining in rapid-fire fashion about a teacher who had confiscated her hoodie. Along the way, she denied she had been smoking, despite the heavy cigarette odor surrounding her, and talked conspiratorially about a teacher who is "out to get me."
This is how it starts, this is pretty much how it ends. Only the names have been changed in this fast ride and glimpse through the world of a public school educator.
I will be surprised if someone doesn't complain about the dean praying on school property. But maybe if the secular progressives (who are so against a school mentioning anything that remotely sounds like a Judeo-Christian deity) were to sit in the seats of one of these people, they might soon be found at the nearest church..... seeking some kind of spiritual awakening.
Point is, they don't have it too easy and this article is only about one. There are so many others who deal with this kind of a day, everyday.
Give this a read, when you get a moment.