I've heard people call busyness a narcotic, but I'd also say it is a catharsis too. Busyness allows my brain, which is far too prone to navel-gazing, a reprieve from the internal stare. There's something to be said about the speed of a day that you don't know what's coming next. Today school wasn't so bad. I'm just overwhelmed by the stacks of paper. That's my next project. It has to be. I was getting irked at all the meetings and things I have to do after school this week: faculty meeting on Wednesday, parent conferences until 7:30 on Friday, a meeting in the County office. But, the Chief has been encouraging me to view it as a challenge to overcome rather than an exhausting burden. I'm picturing the writing tests that must be scored, the crap load of meetings, the crap load of grading, the crap load of organizing as hurdles on a 200M straightaway between Washington, DC and me.
The Chief said not to let the bastards to grind me down. She said, "We'll do everything in our power to get you on your vacation." And, she's helping me even more than usual: she's helping me score my papers and urging self-care on me. I would not have made it through this horrendous year without the infatiguable (sp?) support (concrete encouragement) that the Chief dishes out on a daily basis. Hail!
I'll keep you posted on the score between The Man and Me.
Go Heels! My team made it to the Final Four. I'm really pleased for the players who stayed an extra year-- I hope they go all the way!
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