Trailing Clouds of Glory
The title is just a quote from a poem in one of my favorite children's novels: The Great Gilly Hopkins. I'm making quizzes for the book as I write this.
I've recently had an insight into the way my mind and study habits function. I don't multitask... I cannot do two things at once, generally. Except perching the phone on my shoulder while I drive and talk to my compadres on speakerphone. Regardless, seeing my various ADD and ADHD students, I've come up with an interesting solution that I often find myself using on a daily basis. I pick a singular distraction to occupy my wandering mind every once in a while, then go back to whatever important task I actually set out to do. As long as I keep the distraction down to one specific activity, I'm more productive.
Not that that's what I'm actually doing right now, as I troll facebook, look at the orangekids site, and re-read old LJ entries by my friends.
Eddie had tried to contact me a bundle of times, and after a lengthy email that enumerated the various reasons I had no interest in keeping a friendship, he graciously realized that a friendship wasn't going to happen. (I say graciously because it sounded like "After careful consideration, I have decided we can't be friends." No shit, dumb fuck.) I felt bad about the finality of my choice--it is unlike me to violate the connective threads I knit together. But the other day, I trolled his facebook for a moment (I have blocked his posts from showing up), and I found comfortable confirmation that I just couldn't bear listening to him blather about this enlightened state of being. Any facebookers who constantly give their general pearls of wisdom to the world irritate me. Here's a hint... you are NOT Jesus.
I am loathe to allow my emotional peaks and valley get the better of my good health and good nature, but it's been so hard working as many hours as I do... usually around 60 a week. I wake up at six, get home around six, and do more work. I resent the idea I'm working so hard to create lesson plans for a subject I may never teach again, but want to teach English so badly. I got to teach it for just a minute the other day to my best sixth grade class, and I ached for it.
Simply ache.
I've recently had an insight into the way my mind and study habits function. I don't multitask... I cannot do two things at once, generally. Except perching the phone on my shoulder while I drive and talk to my compadres on speakerphone. Regardless, seeing my various ADD and ADHD students, I've come up with an interesting solution that I often find myself using on a daily basis. I pick a singular distraction to occupy my wandering mind every once in a while, then go back to whatever important task I actually set out to do. As long as I keep the distraction down to one specific activity, I'm more productive.
Not that that's what I'm actually doing right now, as I troll facebook, look at the orangekids site, and re-read old LJ entries by my friends.
Eddie had tried to contact me a bundle of times, and after a lengthy email that enumerated the various reasons I had no interest in keeping a friendship, he graciously realized that a friendship wasn't going to happen. (I say graciously because it sounded like "After careful consideration, I have decided we can't be friends." No shit, dumb fuck.) I felt bad about the finality of my choice--it is unlike me to violate the connective threads I knit together. But the other day, I trolled his facebook for a moment (I have blocked his posts from showing up), and I found comfortable confirmation that I just couldn't bear listening to him blather about this enlightened state of being. Any facebookers who constantly give their general pearls of wisdom to the world irritate me. Here's a hint... you are NOT Jesus.
I am loathe to allow my emotional peaks and valley get the better of my good health and good nature, but it's been so hard working as many hours as I do... usually around 60 a week. I wake up at six, get home around six, and do more work. I resent the idea I'm working so hard to create lesson plans for a subject I may never teach again, but want to teach English so badly. I got to teach it for just a minute the other day to my best sixth grade class, and I ached for it.
Simply ache.