MCHS Admin = Clueless:
Ah yes. Such a simple equation, yet so significant.
Flashblack to early 2003… [flashback music: diddle-OO-diddle-OO-diddle-OO-diddle…]
Evidence shows that students (that’s us) who get more sleep (ah, sleep) do better on test scores and are generally happier. Evidence shows?! Evidence shows???!!! I could have told you that, ya scientific morons! Nevertheless, they’re finally listening to us, and they have been discussing moving first period from 7:55 (just a hair past midnight) to 8:30 (another 35 preciousbeautifulwonderous minutes to, yes folks, s l e e p) here at The Home Of The Mustangs.
But, they can’t change it without teacher approval, we’re told. A later start is not in their contract, we’re told. There have been numerous meetings to discuss the possibilities, pros and cons, details, very important legal proceedings. We’re told. Don’t worry, the little voice in my head says. The teachers want more sleep too. They’re human. The other voices erupt in laughter at this last claim. Teachers are not, in any sense of the word, human. However, there is hope.
Several months later…
The teachers have agreed. 8:30 it is. Thank the Universe! Everything be praised. It’s now early summer and the new schedule is effective on the first day of the '03-'04 school year. The traditional “late starts” every two weeks are moved from 8:50 to 9:30, and the “über-late starts” are implemented every four weeks, with school starting at 10:30. Please take a moment to let this information flow through you like a wave of rich molten chocolate: Ten-Thirty.
Friday, January 9th, 2004: A Day That Shall Live In Angst-Ridden Contemptual Horror Forever…
There is an emergency faculty meeting just before classes begin. Emergency? What could the breaking news be? What could this Great Emergency possibly be? The bell rings, we wander into our first class. Wordlessly, a teacher stands, walks from row to row, distributes a two-page letter detailing what we all know by the look on his face can only be the most tragic of newses.
Our suspicions of tragedy are granted. Our suspicions of news are crushed like a dying beetle. Yes folks, the people running our fine school district have made {…wait for it…} a mistake. So much for breaking news. Yes, that’s right, in addition to the library and performing arts building we were promised but have yet to receive, in addition to the $1.3-million-dollar debt they accumulated, while building themselves a new office (that’s $1.3 X 10[sup]6[/sup] or $1,300,000.00 - just look at all those zeros), yes, in addition to all this:
Before I tell you what our new schedule is like, I would like to thank our principal, whom we shall call “Ms. Calculation,” for providing us with a remarkably pristine example of what our English teachers have been telling us for years not to use: the passive voice. Yes, it has now been determined that this information was incorrect. We didn’t determine it. We didn’t come across it in the education code of the Great (cough) State of California (read: Cah-lee-FOH-nia). We weren’t the ones by whom the mistake was made in the first place. It has just, somehow, been determined. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury: Ms. Calculation, and The Passive Voice.
But I digress. In addition to reverting to the 7:55 start, the current ending of 3:00 will be maintained. Two of the three minimum days we had all been waiting for breathlessly, scheduled for the 27th, 28th and 29th of January (finals week), are gone. Late starts, gone. Über-late starts? Gone. And the proverbial icing on the metaphorical cake: 3 minutes revoked from “nutrition” (a misnomer, by the way, if ever there was one).
At this point, I would like to direct your attention to the second paragraph in this entry. The one beginning, “But, they can’t change it without teacher approval.” The teachers (not to mention the students, who have apparently resigned themselves to being almost powerless in such decisions) were not consulted about the change at all. Admittedly, maintaining state accreditation is important, but what happened to legal proceedings? What happened, for the love of all that is right in the world, to democracy?! The only reason I bring up the fact that teachers are now being held to contracts they never signed is that I’m trying to find some kind of loophole to prevent this sort of sudden, tyrranical act from happening.
My anger, one of the few things I have in common with other students at our marvelous little school, is beyond description. The last sentence of the letter reads, “We regret the inconvenience this may create in your daily schedule and we know that you will work with us to implement this necessary action.” No, Ms. Calculation, we’ll let you know when to start regretting it, with one of our own “necessary actions.” Believe me, you don’t regret anything yet.
Disclaimer: I’m not really going to do anything violent. This isn’t a threat, it’s just a Pit thread. If you heard me talking about burning the memos in a huge bonfire in the quad, it was a joke, I promise.
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