Catching up is hard to do. (heh, how trite)
It's amazing how little opportunity I have now to spend time online. I've gone from four years straight, sitting at a desk for a minimum of 8 hours a day surfing the net and checking email to barely 2 hours a day at work behind a desk (and a good portion of that is preparing, grading papers, etc.). Today I only spent ten minutes at the computer - in which I typed a list for all of my classes. Last week I finally *found* time to read a wonderful article from the Guardian - well, part of the article, as I was called to a meeting.
Yesterday I spent six hours at home grading papers. I spent approximately two hours grading papers on Saturday. I think one reaches a point where a job turns into a career when they don't mind terribly bringing work home with them. I could have spent less time, but feel that it is important to validate experiences and offer encouraging words after reading an essay. And when you've got plus 80 essays to read...well... you see where I'm going with this. But even still, outside of the lack of Internet time, the 'career' is going smashingly well.
The students make me frustrated as much as they make me laugh. Admittedly, sometimes at the same time. There are already a few names that I could never name my (future?) children as I'm already tired of saying them x-amount of times in a given day.
First day of graduate school begins on Wednesday. Super excited, although I don't know where the campus is exactly. They moved their counseling department to another area of town -- more technology, better resources, easier access for many clients, etc.
The ducks at the apartment our beginning to know me now. No really. They are. Seriously. I try to go out there weekly with loaves of bread, and last weekend, I was bombarded by over forty ducks quacking for food. Then...yesterday, I went outside to have a smoke and see what the ducklings were doing and in a mere two minutes all forty plus ducks appeared. Hungry. Three tried to follow me into the apartment. I asked John if I could keep one.
We got new neighbors next door. I have a feeling that I'm not going to get along too well with them. John rolled his eyes and said that wasn't surprising. But seriously, they made a horrible comment about how gross ducks are. *glare* Why would you then move to a complex that has so many? It was a selling factor on my part. I get to feel like Mary Poppins every weekend. Except ducks are much larger than pigeons.
Left my phone at work this weekend. Sorry to have missed your call richpizor. Figures. Our timing is impeccable, doncha think? I agree, we should probably arrange a time. Maybe this weekend providing Hurricane Francis doesn't finish the job that Charley started? Really. I'm done with Hurricanes. I like my power. Well, more importantly, I like my air conditioning.
Today and tomorrow we (did) are doing Pre-FCAT testing to find out what level the students are at. I'm in charge of grading the essays. (Which, admittedly, I am a little intimidated by as I've never graded for a standardized test before, practice or not). Then, I must get all of my grades into the system because Friday is progress reports. Did I mention that in between the Friday deadline, I have my first class Wednesday night and Parent/Teacher night Thursday. *nod* I must think of an activity to amuse both parent and student Thursday night as they rotate through the schedule. Whew, so happy that it's a three day weekend.
Yesterday I spent six hours at home grading papers. I spent approximately two hours grading papers on Saturday. I think one reaches a point where a job turns into a career when they don't mind terribly bringing work home with them. I could have spent less time, but feel that it is important to validate experiences and offer encouraging words after reading an essay. And when you've got plus 80 essays to read...well... you see where I'm going with this. But even still, outside of the lack of Internet time, the 'career' is going smashingly well.
The students make me frustrated as much as they make me laugh. Admittedly, sometimes at the same time. There are already a few names that I could never name my (future?) children as I'm already tired of saying them x-amount of times in a given day.
First day of graduate school begins on Wednesday. Super excited, although I don't know where the campus is exactly. They moved their counseling department to another area of town -- more technology, better resources, easier access for many clients, etc.
The ducks at the apartment our beginning to know me now. No really. They are. Seriously. I try to go out there weekly with loaves of bread, and last weekend, I was bombarded by over forty ducks quacking for food. Then...yesterday, I went outside to have a smoke and see what the ducklings were doing and in a mere two minutes all forty plus ducks appeared. Hungry. Three tried to follow me into the apartment. I asked John if I could keep one.
We got new neighbors next door. I have a feeling that I'm not going to get along too well with them. John rolled his eyes and said that wasn't surprising. But seriously, they made a horrible comment about how gross ducks are. *glare* Why would you then move to a complex that has so many? It was a selling factor on my part. I get to feel like Mary Poppins every weekend. Except ducks are much larger than pigeons.
Left my phone at work this weekend. Sorry to have missed your call richpizor. Figures. Our timing is impeccable, doncha think? I agree, we should probably arrange a time. Maybe this weekend providing Hurricane Francis doesn't finish the job that Charley started? Really. I'm done with Hurricanes. I like my power. Well, more importantly, I like my air conditioning.
Today and tomorrow we (did) are doing Pre-FCAT testing to find out what level the students are at. I'm in charge of grading the essays. (Which, admittedly, I am a little intimidated by as I've never graded for a standardized test before, practice or not). Then, I must get all of my grades into the system because Friday is progress reports. Did I mention that in between the Friday deadline, I have my first class Wednesday night and Parent/Teacher night Thursday. *nod* I must think of an activity to amuse both parent and student Thursday night as they rotate through the schedule. Whew, so happy that it's a three day weekend.