Good morning, Dear Readers! I hope you were able to sleep in a little today.
Lately, the week flies by at a rapid clip but has been brutal in many different ways.
In my neck of the Eastern shore, we have seen a wide range of temperatures as of late–from multiple snow days to sixty degrees and sunny and now a tad rainy. Good for gardens, terrible for walking.
It’s quiet at my place, so come on over for a cup of dark (or light) roast with your choice of French Vanilla, Creme Brulee or York Peppermint flavored cream. I’ve got Vivaldi on in the background so I can hear the birds by the feeder. It’s moments like these where a slice of heaven can be found–don’t you agree?
Now, I know that a week is longer than two days, but judging by this past Thursday and Friday-I’m beginning to wonder. I was pushed to a near breaking point in my professional life recently, dear Readers. Normally not one to raise my voice in a classroom of students, I found myself doing just that.
I felt like I couldn’t manage the students, follow the teacher’s instructions to the letter or get their work returned by the end of class. I haven’t felt this helpless in a long time, but here I was doing just that. I felt dependent on administration to help manage my classroom and to remove a few students who chose to be destructive.
My independence and creativity had failed to show up to class, or even call ahead of time warning me of their absence.
I am happy to announce that I did finish the two days and take my leave with my sanity and mental health still intact. I earned the much-needed money and left the classroom on Friday organized and clean!
But enough about me 🙂 How was your week? Tell me all about it–even the gory parts.