I'm thinking 12 hours.
This is getting habitual and somewhat bothersome.
The fact that by Thursday I am exhausted, and by Friday I am pretty much spent.
I know I was in bed before 10 last night- up close to 10 this morning.
I set the alarm for 7, which would have given me more than eight hours.
Getting less than seven during the week.
I guess that skipping the gym one day over the weekend is not so bad (every weekend thus far since the school year began).
My body probably needs the rest anyway.
Then again, it throws the day into a loop.
Teaching is teaching, and I love it.
When I am there, I'm not thinking about how tired I am. But during the interim, as in lunch, I start to feel it.
Spanish is going well.
Grades at this point are how they usually are. Lots of "Cs".
A few students are really shining though.
First real test in a couple of weeks. Selected the MOD version, just to give a break and hopefully a boost of confidence.
Couple of complainers getting on my nerves.
Art is still OK. I'm choking it up to "first year back after so many years not teaching it AND not much time to prep before the school year with limited supply and direction".
Students seem to be acclimated to the program, while others are not- either by choice or ignorance.
Asked to run a workshop during SIP Day (27th)- about formative and summative assessments.
First Faculty meeting this coming Monday- hopefully, there will be more info.
Getting tired of these long lists of TTD every weekend and not being able to get through them.
Items get pushed to the next, so the list just gets longer.
I need to get a schedule down during the week to get things done. Trying to do everything on a weekend is not very productive, especially when I need some rest and relaxation.
Aunt Jean sent another check.
Maybe this is going to become an annual thing. It is nice.
Have already divided it up in my mind- just have to do it now.
Sept 14th marked 25 years- first kiss.
A bit nostalgic today.
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