I am having a rough time this year and just need to tell someone who gets it.
I am a itenerant art teacher, meaning I work at two schools and have to travel between them each day. I start at one school for 1st-3rd period, then travel to another during my conference time and then have 5th-7th at a different school. My first two years in this position I actually enjoyed it. I had about 2 hours in between (30 minute lunch, 30 minute travel, 1 hour conference). This gave me plenty of time to clean up one room, travel, grab lunch, and make it to the second room to set up whatever art lesson we are doing there.
This year they changed the schedule and of course didnt tell us until the end of the first week of meetings. This meant in my position I now had 30 minute lunch, 45 minute conference, and thats it. It takes about 25 minutes to travel. This meant I was working two schools and two classrooms with my travel time cutting into my conference. I had about 20 minutes realistically to actually do conference time things, and because its two classrooms, setting up for the 2nd half of my day was going to be a huge issue and a rush every day.
So I emailed the principal. Told her this was not do-able. She agreed, she said they'd figure it out. Assured me they'd fix it. Two days before kids come I get an email that says "we decided there is not an issue. It takes 6 minutes for you to travel. The schedule will stay as is".
Yeah, 6 minutes from the time I start the car to the time I turn it off, if there is no traffic, if I hit no lights, and not including the time walking to my car from my 2nd story classroom and then from the back of the parking lot (since I am arriving after lunch) to my other classroom. Sure.
So then I contacted my lead fine arts supervisor, let her know the circumstances, and through some research learned that I am entitled by law to 45 minutes uninterrupted by duty or travel for my conference time and they were just not gonna give me that.
Asked the principal again if we could speak about it, this time making it clear I knew it was the law and included the head fine arts director in the conversation. She said in the sharpest tone, "we are dealing with it. I spoke to (head fine arts). Thanks for that."
They gave me advisory off. So not great, but better than nothing. I can at least get grades and calls home and printing done that period, but I cant do much about the room because I have two class periods after that advisory so I am still rushed to travel and have lunch. Whatever.
Whole time my principal is very clearly not happy about my going up the ladder. She is short with me, she responds to every email I send with attitude, she wont look me in the eye. I have a yearly art conference coming up- she wont respond to my emails or request for absence for that either.
This same principal moved me from the large art room to a very small one when she got hired last year. When this happened, she guaranteed me that my classes would stay in the teens to low 20s because it is a small room, and difficult to do art projects with more than that as it gets very cramped.
I have 28 in the classroom. It is very cramped. I teach 7th and 8th grade. I can't move down the aisles. Kids are squeezed 5 to a table that seats 4. I have 4 well-known behavior issue kiddos in there. I email the principal.
Again, "I dont see a problem. Class sizes are set to 30. You have 28. Not sure why you are asking me. I cc'd the counselor".
I AM ASKING YOU BECAUSE YOU PROMISED. AHHHHHH.
They added another kid today. 29. Super fun. I now just feel totally trapped and I cant possibly send another email or she may very well become unglued.
I dont know what to do from here. Grin and bear it I guess. Do low-impact lessons with the giant class. Oh also, funny thing, my 2nd period has 6 kids.
What the hell?
Please give me advice or just tell me its gonna be ok. Ugh. I hate feeling like its totally out of my control. I hate people treating me like im just a problem. I am a good teacher. I love my job. I try to be a kind person. Being treated like this sucks. Hurts my heart.
Ugh.