Friday, May 05, 2006


I am flabbergasted. As some of you know, I coach 6th and 7th grade volleyball. My principal just came up to me in the middle of practice, mad as hell, asking me if I whipped a volleyball at a kid’s face. What DID happen was two kids got mad at each other when they were chasing down their volleyballs, and one threw the ball at the other one’s face. I asked them what the heck was going on, they verified that they were throwing balls at one another, so I made them do laps. The one kid stopped, so, naturally, I asked him why he stopped, to which he replied he had to go. So, I said, finish your laps and THEN go. About 20 minutes later is when my principal came to me saying that this kid told his mother that I whipped a ball in his face and threw him out of practice. I love working with kids, it’s why I got into the business of school social work, but I’m so fed up with dealing with parents, politics, misunderstandings, and outright lies. I think I’m going to be a house painter. I want to just paint houses with some music on and have ZERO coworkers. Wouldn’t that be great?

13 comments:

manu said...

Dude, that's annoying. Your principal should at least acknowledge that volleyball to the face is not nearly as funny as football to the groin.

beachgirl said...

Stupid kids- You should have whipped the volleyball at your principal's face.. then that career of being a house painter probably would have become your reality... ;)

Anonymous said...

how much do you charge for house painting jobs? My house needs to get painted.

Anonymous said...

how much do you charge for house painting jobs? My house needs to get painted.

Dr. Kenneth Noisewater said...

manu, thanks for coming by! congrats on the engagement! great simpsons reference. "I was saying boo-urns . . . "

beach- yeah, that might not have been the move. i would have left my mark at the school though. "remember that wack-job social worker?"

anon- i'll let you know when i get canned. i give a good rate to all bloggers.

Viscountess of Funk said...

I don't know how people become teachers; it's the hardest most important thing a person can spend their time doing, and from talking with my teacher-friends, you end up babysitting the parents. Thanks for the great piece, and I wouldn't blame you for taking a walk from teaching to blog full-time!

Lizzie said...

My dad is a high school principal and always has great stories about the parents he has to deal with. To hear him tell it, they're much more whiney and less mature than the kids.

Dr. Kenneth Noisewater said...

Vis and Liz, the parents are nuts indeed, and they make their kids nuts. It's a good thing these kids have such a level-headed social worker to straighten them out. Right?

Mo said...

If you paint houses and have no co-workers, what would you have to write about? I think you should stick to your day job.

Dr. Kenneth Noisewater said...

Mo, I suppose you're right. Maybe I was a little hasty with my hermit job fantasy.

mysterygirl! said...

Blech. It sucks to have to deal with that kind of misunderstanding.

Z said...

Sorry ... I just discovered your blog a bit ago and am totally hooked. So I am reading earlier entries. My friend and I always talk about dream jobs, and being an oil delivery truck driver tops the list.
Think about it. You don't even have to deal with the homeowners. Just hook up the hose and wait.
Ohhh yeah. The ultimate leave-me-the-fuck-alone job.

Dr. Kenneth Noisewater said...

Myst: Yes. Sucky.

Z: Glad you're enjoying it!