Today, in the middle of my 10th period English class, two ceiling titles disintigrated into crumbs and fell on a kid in the back row.
He brushed flakes of ceiling off his shoulder, happy the large chunks to his left had just missed him.
Without a phone in my classroom, I dialed my school's office with my personal cell phone. I was put on hold. Eventually, I hung up, and tried again, and someone finally was sent up to my classroom.
The leak coming from above had been reported a few times before, but it had never been fixed. The building is very old and the problems are many. At least I didn't have a pipe burst in the middle of class, as happened to a colleague down the hall on Thursday.
I often hear about state allotment per pupil, and how the city gets more than its fair share for its students, that it's mismanagement that keeps my class sizes at around 35 and no textbooks in my students' hands. I don't buy it at all. I don't know the last time a new school was built in the city, but I'm sure it's been a while. The BCPSS has to do deal with terrible old buildings and can only afford band-aids to fix them. There's no money or room to build better facilities. And it sucks.
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