wait, WHAT day are we on?
It was a strange day. The past two Fridays have been most bizarre actually, and I've finally figured out why. For the first time in my entire life, I am in a classroom at 3pm on a Friday afternoon. Even being in a classroom at 2pm on a Friday afternoon is strange, but I did that in high school. No, I actually teach a class on Friday at 3. And that part isn't that bad...
but walking from one end of the campus to the other at 4 is.
There is no a soul around and yet it doesn't have the serene peacefulness the morning quiet does. I don't mind even being on campus when it is dark because I know my way around and I know the hiding places. It's just strange to be in such a large space, the sun (sort of) shining, and to not see a single person for a 3 minute walk.
This semester is going to be a struggle. Week 3 is over and in some ways it feels like we should be in week 10, but in others, it feels like the first week still. I don't know my students' names (usually I have it down by week 2), I don't know which class they are in, I don't know what I am teaching... I had lunch with my "other" boss today - the one who asked me to cover the two classes that happen so late on Fridays - and she said there are several factors going on: there are more students in every class, there are simply more students on campus, there are a lot of students in my history now, and "you do realize you are teaching 7 classes, right?" She said it just like that. And honestly? I hadn't really thought about it like that. I've been thinking about it in sets because that is how my schedule is set up. MWF I have a set: 9, 10, and 11. Then I have another set: 2 and 3. On TR I have a different set 8 and 9:30. And each set is a different class - 061, CCSS, and then 062. Three general lesson plans, but 7 lesson plans to keep track of, no less than 25 students in each class.
Yup. It might be logical that this semester is going to be a struggle.
And that's just the work aspect of life.
My dad officially filed for divorce this week. Bracing myself for the shit to hit the fan... He finally told my brother so it is safe to now "say it" - he had prostate cancer, but he had surgery and it seems like everything is okay. But my brother... that boy is a piece of work. I hadn't spoken to him since my mom was in the hospital back in May, and he had showed up at school on my dad's birthday and proceeded to yell at me for about 30 minutes... me in my office, him in the doorway. It was perhaps the most humilating thing my brother has done to me to date. But he is spinning so fast and far out of control, it's ridiculous. Even some of his friends have told me that he is headed for jail or the morgue, and some of them have cut him out of their lives as well.
Is it really only September? I am desperate for a vacation...
but walking from one end of the campus to the other at 4 is.
There is no a soul around and yet it doesn't have the serene peacefulness the morning quiet does. I don't mind even being on campus when it is dark because I know my way around and I know the hiding places. It's just strange to be in such a large space, the sun (sort of) shining, and to not see a single person for a 3 minute walk.
This semester is going to be a struggle. Week 3 is over and in some ways it feels like we should be in week 10, but in others, it feels like the first week still. I don't know my students' names (usually I have it down by week 2), I don't know which class they are in, I don't know what I am teaching... I had lunch with my "other" boss today - the one who asked me to cover the two classes that happen so late on Fridays - and she said there are several factors going on: there are more students in every class, there are simply more students on campus, there are a lot of students in my history now, and "you do realize you are teaching 7 classes, right?" She said it just like that. And honestly? I hadn't really thought about it like that. I've been thinking about it in sets because that is how my schedule is set up. MWF I have a set: 9, 10, and 11. Then I have another set: 2 and 3. On TR I have a different set 8 and 9:30. And each set is a different class - 061, CCSS, and then 062. Three general lesson plans, but 7 lesson plans to keep track of, no less than 25 students in each class.
Yup. It might be logical that this semester is going to be a struggle.
And that's just the work aspect of life.
My dad officially filed for divorce this week. Bracing myself for the shit to hit the fan... He finally told my brother so it is safe to now "say it" - he had prostate cancer, but he had surgery and it seems like everything is okay. But my brother... that boy is a piece of work. I hadn't spoken to him since my mom was in the hospital back in May, and he had showed up at school on my dad's birthday and proceeded to yell at me for about 30 minutes... me in my office, him in the doorway. It was perhaps the most humilating thing my brother has done to me to date. But he is spinning so fast and far out of control, it's ridiculous. Even some of his friends have told me that he is headed for jail or the morgue, and some of them have cut him out of their lives as well.
Is it really only September? I am desperate for a vacation...