Bob CollinsIt 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.
