Thoughts on secondary teaching

So I took a job as a high school teacher, and there are these cool things you get to do before you start teaching. Like paying $84 for the privelege of being fingerprinted. And that didn't go so well since my hands sweat when I know someone will be touching them. Escpecially when it's a cop. As my fingers were sliding all over the screen, I wondered if I'd have to pay for the repairs, too.

The cop murmured something about me using a lot of lotion, I wholeheartedly agreed, anything to keep him from knowing it was sweat. I'm sweating just thinking about it. He made me dry off w/ a paper towel. No dice. Then it was the hand sanitizer. A bit better. As he's holding my hand, waiting for the computer to accept my whorled blobs, he's trying to use his fingers to dry off my fingers. Awkward.

Then, after finding out that my transcripts had been sent to the wrong department and were subsequently scanned and shredded, I finally left to find that I'd parked in the Asst. Superintendent's parking spot. Wow, was she pissed.

The next day we had unpaid training (yay!), it was pretty unremarkable save for the superintendent saying equating our district's "mean streets" and rampant poverty with its 60% minority rate. He kept saying "no wonder we have (insert negative), there is a 60% minority rate."

I hope I don't have to read Harry Potter.