Muggies are Back
The sticky, thick, soupy weather has served to help make this a most miserable day.
The teachers are nasty, the kids are whiny and the administrators are invisible. Although the part about the administrators is not due to the weather. They are always invisible.
And generally useless.
Because I have to work with a number of different teachers during the day, I have to be adaptable, flexible and easy going.
Which is fine to a point, then I need to punch someone.
No sign of the humidity breaking before the weekend.
Icky. As far as I’m concerned, if I’m in school it needs to be fall.
I am also dealing with teachers who are teaching kids wrong information. I can’t just let it slide if I’m there and witnessing it, but I also can’t make the teacher look like an idiot in front of the kids. I hate it when this happens, and with one teacher it happens frequently.
I am a strong believer in developing cultural literacy in kids, as well as making sure that they understand nuances or obscure terms that come up as we read. I've worked with this teacher for the last several years and have discovered that he's not too well rounded, or bright. We were reading The Cricket in Tomes Square the other day. There was a passage in the book where the cricket, mouse and cat are looking at a "longhair music magazine". We asked the kids what that meant, and he started giving hints about the book having been written in the 70's and was trying to get them to answer "hippies". Fortunately I got to him before he continued too far in that direction.
This can be awkward.
He's the same one who told the kids last year that alliteration has to do with words like "buzz" and "pop".
This is one of the small things that can drive me over the edge.
I told Michael about it and he said he admires the tact that I use to handle the teacher and the situation. I’m glad he thinks so, but if he were to ever be in my office when I start venting he’d be shocked.
Actually he’d laugh at me.
I heard form Michael twice today. Small pleasures take me a long way.
I went back to chorus tonight, and was warmly greeted by many. It was nice to see some of these people, but I have to say that I didn’t miss it all that much.
Shouldn’t I feel more passionate about this? Shouldn’t I have missed it more? Shouldn’t it make a difference to me if I go or not?
And if I don’t feel those things, why don’t I? What’s missing there? Why isn’t it fulfilling?
Day one of the diet was a success. I totally followed my plan, didn’t cheat once, and drank close to a gallon of water.
So one day down, and countless more to go, but I’m taking this one day at a time.
I’m really really tired now, so I’m cutting this short so I can get some sleep. I think Tuesdays might be like that for me now.
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