Kids being kids

It must be tough being a teacher. Over on Gather.com, “Samantha M,” a teacher in southern Minnesota, says it is:


Well, it happened again tonight. Today was the last day of school before spring break. At 11:30 pm, my boyfriend and I were both asleep, planning on leaving early tomorrow morning. We heard the huge bang again and went running.

There was a bag full of flaming dog crap on our front step, centimeters away from a rubber mat. Quick thinking, Chris went and grabbed a cup of water to put the flames out. The kid went running and a car took off in the other direction, and I’m sure they met up around the block.

As you’ll read in her article, Samantha told her principal about it who says he’ll consider it a school matter “if they’re arrested.”


I’ve already decided that I will not be teaching here next year. I am moving. And if I happen to find a job teaching somewhere else, fine. But I will be living in an apartment building and I am going to get a car alarm. Nobody should have to put up with this. I have the right to feel safe in my own home.

Kids being kids?

I hope to be talking with Samantha soon and will post it here if/when.

  • c

    I have been told that the Principal of every school sets the tone and the discipline for the students as well as the teachers.

  • http://dharmablog.everyday-beat.org gerg

    That’s terrible. My mom is a high school teacher and when I was growing up our house was vandalized on more than one occasion, including an egging that forced us to repaint the garage door.

    The worst part is obviously the principal’s reaction. And why do I suspect that these kids’ parents haven’t taught them much respect for teachers either?

    All the rhetoric about teachers, though usually focused on their compensation, has led to one very frightening trend: a lack of respect for the work they do. A lot of parents don’t respect teachers and therefore don’t expect their kids to either. And then we get crap like this (pardon the pun).