Last night (Friday night) I stayed at school until 6:35pm. I left when a friend called to pester me "Does anyone thank you for the hours you work? No. Does anybody appreciate the hours you work? No. Is it going to help your career to work these hours? No." She went on with her monologue of answering her own rhetorical questions. I concede her point, but I also know that there is no way to interact with the kids, parents and colleagues and get all the planning, paperwork, and grading done. When two people are in charge of 65 kids (and nearly half are below grade level) there's a lot of work to be finished and a lot of cya paperwork and meetings. Plus the copier jammed in five places, and the printer was acting like it was on its death bed.
I met some friends for supper and had a good time. Then came home, tried to read and decided to go to bed. (I left my house at 6:40am and got back at 8:30pm.)
What my kids will remember about me yesterday: I "said cuss words" in class while I read them The Watsons Go to Birmingham. They all wrote that page number down. While I was reading, I perched on the counter near the pencil sharpener. I walked around during the spelling quiz with pencil shavings smudged on my butt. I kept telling my kids to stop making noise during the quiz. Little did I know my arse was the cause of the disruption. I'm so cool.
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