I started my day yesterday at 7:45 in a meeting regarding a very intelligent student's progress. His progress: he's doing great!
I didn't leave work yesterday until 8:45 p.m. and didn't get home until 9:30.
During the day I did my normal teacher routine: Teach kids great things, let them write a lot and read a lot, attempt to grade some essays, stress that I don't have the daytime to work on my own essay, stare at a stack of books and feel guilt shoot up through my side; a guilt that sings, "Na-na-na, boo-boo. You won't go to grad school!"
After accepting my fate as the girl behind the desk, I begrudgingly began grading papers.
In no time, or two and a half hours later, my student's parents filtered into my room, sat in the desks, and listened to me ramble for about 7 minutes...6 times. I am a fast talker, but in order to give the parents what they wanted (to hear their kids are being challenged, in what ways, being prepared for life and, unfortunately, tests, and maintaining an excitement in the classroom) I had to hurry it up. I performed all day for children and then again for parents.
Today was picture day and pictures are taken in English class.
I had to escort six classes to the gym and deal with club fair and my club's table today as well.
I can't remember the last time I was this exhausted, but still the thought that I haven't looked at my research in two days is hanging over my head like a bucket of slime...just as the 120 essays that have yet to be graded are.
How to find a balance?
How, how, how?
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