If this were industry, heads would roll.
Finals week has been juggled around ... as announced in email Friday after school. Gee, anybody who doesn't check their school email during the weekends is gonna be a little surprised. Particularly if you thought you were administering a final on Monday and didn't think you needed to prepare lessons for those dates.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday: Regular classes, although a field trip on Wednesday will take a few students out of circulation. So I need to prep six lessons this weekend; three each for Algebra and Robotics. I can deal with that; it'll be fine and kinda fun.
Thursday, Friday, and NEXT Monday and Tuesday: Finals for Science, Math, Humanities, and Electives respectively. Wednesday is an odd Boston-only holiday; Bunker Hill day, I think.
And then the odd gulf between Thursday the 18th and Friday the 26th ... what will we do then? File paperwork, clean up our classrooms, and show movies to the odd students who happen to show up after finals, I suppose. What a waste of time. One would have thought we would have followed those habits of productive people and calculated backwards from the end of the year. No matter; I'm fried enough that it doesn't really matter to me.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday: Regular classes, although a field trip on Wednesday will take a few students out of circulation. So I need to prep six lessons this weekend; three each for Algebra and Robotics. I can deal with that; it'll be fine and kinda fun.
Thursday, Friday, and NEXT Monday and Tuesday: Finals for Science, Math, Humanities, and Electives respectively. Wednesday is an odd Boston-only holiday; Bunker Hill day, I think.
And then the odd gulf between Thursday the 18th and Friday the 26th ... what will we do then? File paperwork, clean up our classrooms, and show movies to the odd students who happen to show up after finals, I suppose. What a waste of time. One would have thought we would have followed those habits of productive people and calculated backwards from the end of the year. No matter; I'm fried enough that it doesn't really matter to me.