I don’t know where
Mirrored from Marsha Sisolak.
the time goes any more. I’m spinning most of the time, trying to keep my head above report cards and trimester assessments and end of the year stuff.
I haven’t even thought about the classroom cleaning yet.
My time’s cut even shorter by the fact that I am attending 3-day workshop in Las Vegas starting next weekend. I’m not sure I’ll have time to even breathe after Tuesday-there’s just too much to prepare and too many decisions to make. (Not the least of which is how to protect the sub from my little quorum of Children Destined to Set the Room On Fire. The jury is still out on how we’re going to handle the CDSROF. I wish the principal in charge the best of luck. Seriously.)
So yeah, school, house, school, house, and music in between.
And oh, yes, I took on the district job of rewriting the curriculum map I wrote with two other teachers this year. They don’t want me. I don’t want to, but no one else is stepping forward. At least I know my way around the document and recognize some of the flaws. So that’s half-days for the last two weeks of June.
And then, it’ll be San Jose with the Freeway Dragons for 5 days or more, where we’ll have a writing retreat. I am SO looking forward to that get-away.
Any other get-away is still in the thinking stage. Might be Seattle to see the kids for a short trip, which would be nice. Might be up to Pinecrest to see the daughter there. A trip to see Mom, at some point, again. We’ll be there the first weekend in June for her 85th birthday. Her health issues are ongoing, and we’re all hyper-aware just how fragile she is.
At least I have this weekend off. And there will be writing-related stuff going on, because the Freeway Dragons are getting together for a crit session/BBQ on Monday. I can pretend I’m a writer, even though there’s so little active writing going on in my life.
And now, back to my original agenda for today: cleaning. D’oh.