I am so. tired.
Today, in addition to school, I had detention duty, a technology presentation to this semester’s crop of student teachers, and then a night spent doing childcare while our curriculum coordinator and assessment team held an informational night about assessments. (Our LAS is absolutely asinine, and is part of the reason good teachers are fleeing the business.)
The childcare was fine. As NJHS advisor, I was there with some of my advisees to help with the childcare. Two other adults(parents who own a daycare) were also there, but there were still a lot of kids.
One little guy, pacifier in mouth, started to break down. I took his hand and we walked up and down the lower school hallway. I talked to other parents as I did, and several thought he was mine. “Oh, no, I don’t have children.” ‘Yet,’ I think. ‘I’m just waiting.’
I survived the wee ones (I am SUCH a middle school teacher) and came home. I’m irrationally unhappy that King of Queens is not on (I’m assuming because of the Sox game — 6-0, go Sox!) and I am exhausted. My tits still hurt, my whole chin region is a mess (I can feel a zit under the surface on the outside-left, and a canker under the surfeace on the inside-right) and I am doing whatever I can to wait to test on Saturday.
I wanted to write about how my student teaching advisor wants to meet with me to talk about what my plans are (I gave her the hush-hush news that I’m thinking of jumping ship and she is sort of upset about that “But, you are SUCH a good teacher, Gretchen….”) and how one of my kids gave me this weird compliment like thing, but I’m too damn tired to write anything. And I can’t even get my Kevin James fix.
G’night. YAWN.
OK
There are a couple of things that I want to say. One, you are such a good teacher, Gretch. I know that you are struggling with the politics that surround / swallow school systems. . but hang in. PLEASE, for the sake of the kids. I know what what you mean regarding the age group you work with, and it is SOO incredibly sad that GROWN UPS, with WAY MORE POWER, are so warped that they cannot see the innocence behind their DEVELOPMENTAL normalcy. Most kids at this age JUST REALLLLLY need someone to make them feel like they are grown up when they feel grown up and like a kid when they feel like a kid. Keep making yourself REAL to them. . . they need that. I wish there were more of you, Gretch.
ANY BABY would LOVE to be a part of your family. I think that they are all hanging out. . .all cellular. . . FIGTING over who gets to hang on. They are having an (end of survivor) outlast competition. Be patient. They all want a piece of the G.
Your school situation is a test. BE strong for the kids. . . . .. kids will come through for you!
LOVE AGNES