Lesson Plans Part 2

Let me say one more time... Writing rigorous lesson plans for 5 subjects for 5 days plus intervention plans in Math and Reading is TOO MUCH FUCKING WORK FOR ONE PERSON!!!!  It is the second week back and I am already behind.  I'm behind in grading, in plans, and in sleep.  My room is a mess.  I feel discombobulated.  I'm not ready for work.  It's too much.  It's too much.  It's too much.  I leave my kid at daycare at 6:30, so I can get to work at 7:10.  Even if I leave at 3:10 and get her at 3:30, my 1 year old has been in daycare for NINE hours and that NEVER happens.  I usually get there at 4:00 at the earliest.  So, ya know, screw it.  I've mostly done my plans.  I know what I'm doing tomorrow.  I need to go to bed.  When I get a freaking second tomorrow, I will finish my plans and send them off and I am going to make a concerted effort to get it in gear at school and get caught up.  And I am going to walk out of that door at 3:10 every damn day so I can be with my babydoll.  I'm done being a slave to work.  I'm gonna get it done at work.  I will.  But I'm not staying up all fucking night and all damn weekend to NOT GET PAID.  I'm gonna get my bedtime in check.  I'm gonna get these grades posted.  I'm gonna automate these fucking plans.  But I'm not working at home.  If I have to occasionally work an extra hour so be it, but NOT EVERY DAY.  My baby shouldn't have to be in daycare for 45 hours a week.  That's insane.  I don't have a choice about it, but I'm not going to make her day any longer than it has to be.  And that is that.  This is reasonable, right?

Pajamas ARE Professional Attire

Despite the fact that I harped on and nagged fifteen 8 year olds all damn day long, it was a pretty pleasant and relaxing day.  You see, it was "Pajama Day."  I've heard about Pajama Day, but I've never actually been a party to it.  I thought it was like "Color War Day" or "Dodgeball,"  things you've done when you were a kid or maybe saw on a movie once or talked about at a training that some other district in some other state did once, but like you never actually had it happen at YOUR OWN SCHOOL.

Pajama day actually happened today.  Almost every single kid in the entire school and almost every single teacher wore pajamas.  And on top of that, I don't think there were any issues with "appropriateness."  Imagine that?  Basically, you could have walked a pink elephant through the school and had similar odds of nothing going wrong or being particularly out of the ordinary, so I think that is a huge deal that all of the kids were so chill and easy going, especially when they adhere to a very strict uniform code every other day of the year.

To top it off, in the afternoon we had a reading event where the kids traveled around and listened to different stories in select teacher's rooms.  The upper grade kids mentored the lower grade kids.  700 little bodies roaming around the school every 15 minutes, selecting a room, settling down, paying attention, and starting all over again.  And they did great.  Personally, I was impressed.  That's a lot of responsibility and adjusting for that many kids.

I ended up working after school to get my grade book in order.  Most of the other teachers are done with all of the that mess and it makes me realize that I need to be more diligent about putting in grades each week.  After the winter break, I'm going to plan that shit and try to be more efficient with my grading.  I've got my planning stuff down almost to a science, so if I can get that in gear I will be unstoppable.  I say this thing about the grading almost every 9 weeks, though, so I don't know... I can hope that something about New Year's resolutions will amp me up.

Anyhow, since tomorrow is our class party, I had to stop at the store.  It was really late, because first I had to swing by daycare.  Then, as luck would have it, the power went off.... the whole place went pitch black... freaky!  All of the registers had to be rebooted and the lines backed up.  I got stuck for 40 minutes with a baby on my hip wondering if I had it in me to just leave my cart full of party goodies and head for home so I could put the baby to bed.

To top it off, I was in my pajamas still.  I hadn't bothered to go home and change, so people were staring at me and giving me the most horrendous looks.  It was as if they were thinking... "You lazy piece of shit, you can't even put on real clothes.  You're poor daughter has to grow up with a wacko mother like you."

In my mind, I'm thinking, "THIS IS MOTHER-FUCKING PROFESSIONAL ATTIRE BITCHES!!  HOW FAR DO YOU GO TO MAKE YOUR EFFING CUSTOMERS HAPPY?  CAN YOU  PULL THIS SHIT OFF AT WORK AND STILL MAINTAIN ORDER?  WE ARE LEARNING TO READ!!!!!!"  Instead of actually saying that I just talked to the baby and let people think I was fucking nuts.  Some days are just like that.  Next year though, I'm packing a change of clothes.

Thanks for the Break

I'm back... Sorta... Thanksgiving break was a godsend.  I got to see my baby and hang out with my man.  I saw my family.  I ate.  I drank.  I had a good time.  I brought home a big bag of papers to grade and books to read and record.  I didn't touch any of it.  Not once.

Well, maybe, once.   The night before school started and then I had a glass of wine instead and stayed up until 1:30 in the morning worrying about everything that I had to do to get ready for school.  I do that kind of stuff sometimes.  I still haven't caught up.

I'm writing this blog, because I can't stand the thought of grading papers.  I hate grading papers.  It's not even like they are hard to grade.  They are even pretty cute once I get them all sorted out.  I guess everybody has something that they hate about their job.

Let's see, I also gave up cussing over the break.  It's going okay.  Matt doesn't like it when I cuss.  He says it makes me "sound like a dude."  That super queases me out, so I had to quit.  I am going go ahead and put in a clause though... writing doesn't count.  My writing persona gets to say whatever the fuck she wants to say.  Sorry, baby, I've got to have one holdout.

That had to go in there, because a lot of fucked up shit has happened since the last time I wrote... hopefully, I can fill you in... one post at a time.