This week has been one of those weird weeks that always starts out strange because of an non-teaching inservice day. I always liked to think Martin Luther King Jr. would rather us be in school to observe his holiday but I leave my mouth shut to save myself from the prosecutors. I love teaching. I always have and I wanted to play teacher when I grew up and grade papers. Then I realized it wasn't all about grading papers and giving out A's and B's, and sometimes a dreaded C. Not in the real world. My desk has about 20x more things on it than I expected, I can't criticize the most drained student or teacher in the room, because it's probably me, and I can't always see the people sliding their phones out and texting behind their desk. I catch a few, here and there, but I can never seem to get the sneaky ones my CT finds behind me.
Chocolate and soda is beginning to infiltrate my desk space. I promised myself I'd eat better and get into shape then they found a tumor in my left ovary and removed half of my femininity. Not really, but that's how I feel. I can't work out because of my surgical openings and my CT spoils me with chocolate. I'm doomed I say, doomed! That's okay, I don't mind being doomed by chocolate.
Well it's time to write the classroom expectations on the board, close the laptop, and prepare for next hour. See you on the flip side, Ridgemont High!
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