The more I try not to be made of fail, the more I fail
It is once again the end of another term, and I am once again startled by it, and by the fact that all communication from me falls by the wayside during terms. This is not a very good way to keep up friendships with people, and obviously I need different patterns of communication. I just wonder if I got too used to communicating while at work, and now that I can't, I just ignore it. :P
It's not actually the end of term yet - we've still got Monday left. Everyone is a bit WTF about this, but whatever. It'll be a relaxing day for the kids and the staff alike.
I have now sorted through my inbox in preparation for a summer of COMMUNICATING. If I do not reply to something, feel free to kick my butt. I need it! I even sorted through a hold folder of 218 messages, which I made in desperation over two years ago. Oops. I hardly think anyone's interested in getting replies to THAT stuff.
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On Wednesday, I found out who is going to be The Kid's teacher - mum was pleased as it's a longstanding member of staff versus a new one and therefore no sudden surprises when The Kid starts screaming his head off. On Monday I get to truck all of his stuff down the hallway to Year 5, although thankfully I'll be able to throw stash a bunch of it in the Kitchen/DT Room, where it can live with the extra stuff a statemented boy from the current Year 5 uses.
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I have some plan for the summer, but not enough, and I fear depression will creep in and I will once again Get Nothing Done. How the heck do I avoid that? I am a creature of routine, and once the external routine goes away, I flounder.
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Many Things To Ponder.
It's not actually the end of term yet - we've still got Monday left. Everyone is a bit WTF about this, but whatever. It'll be a relaxing day for the kids and the staff alike.
I have now sorted through my inbox in preparation for a summer of COMMUNICATING. If I do not reply to something, feel free to kick my butt. I need it! I even sorted through a hold folder of 218 messages, which I made in desperation over two years ago. Oops. I hardly think anyone's interested in getting replies to THAT stuff.
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On Wednesday, I found out who is going to be The Kid's teacher - mum was pleased as it's a longstanding member of staff versus a new one and therefore no sudden surprises when The Kid starts screaming his head off. On Monday I get to truck all of his stuff down the hallway to Year 5, although thankfully I'll be able to throw stash a bunch of it in the Kitchen/DT Room, where it can live with the extra stuff a statemented boy from the current Year 5 uses.
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I have some plan for the summer, but not enough, and I fear depression will creep in and I will once again Get Nothing Done. How the heck do I avoid that? I am a creature of routine, and once the external routine goes away, I flounder.
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Many Things To Ponder.