But I must admit, I’m beginning to enjoy the half-day Pre-Kindergarten gig. It’s so low key. The kids don’t always listen, but there isn’t a whole lot to do, so it’s okay if they don’t! And half the morning is taken up by snack time and bathroom breaks, so I’m just a glorified babysitter.
That gets to go home at 11:30 every day. This is the life.
This posting everyday is exhausting!!
… it was an amazing game. Egypt’s going to the World Cup, baby! (we hope so, anyway!)
One unfortunate consequence of working every day is that the house suffers. Laundry doesn’t get folded, the kitchen isn’t used with love but with impatience, and dust piles high on top of side tables, dressers, and nightstands.
I would but I could stay at home and tend to my domain.
I used to think teachers of younger grades have it easier in some ways– the content is obviously easier, the kids think you know everything, and everything takes a long time to do, so you have less time to lesson plan for.
But while that may be true, the behavioural crap they have to put up with gives me a newfound respect for them. I personally have no patience for crying children, name-calling and yes, tattle-taling. After only one day in a grade 2 classroom, I want to run screaming.
Unfortunately, I’ve already (pre)-committed to another day of chaos. God help me.
On my last job in this school, a couple of kids wanted to know if I was a Habs fan. Now, I grew up in Montreal, so my first exposure to hockey was in the home of the Montreal Canadiens.
Not that I really cared, though.
But then I moved to Toronto and married an avid Leafs fan, one who became “depressed” when the Leafs lost, who screamed criticisms during games and howled when they scored. Yep, one of those men.
So when they asked me if I was a Habs fan, I felt an obligation to my husband, despite the embarrassment of claiming to be a Leafs fan.
That was a few weeks ago.
Today, I sat in my classroom at recess, reading. The boys I had spoken to noticed me behind the closed door. I heard a tap tap at the door and there they were, goading me with a paper pressed against the glass window of the door, saying LEAFS SUCK. I saw laughing, taunting faces at the door, one of them screaming it out to the hurrah of the crowd.
In retrospect, I should’ve stayed quiet.
Even though I didn’t go to work today, I still feel exhausted. So much to do, so little time!
And now I’m bracing myself for a week of work. At least I know which schools I’m going to and when. My mind is trained– I wake up at 6:30am every weekday morning, waiting for that phone call. I hate that phone call, but when it comes, I diligently get out of bed and prepare for work.
I guess it’s no different than any other job.
I was wrong. So so WRONG.
At least I admit it.
I’ll say it again– I was totally and completely wrong.
Coming into this NaBloPoMo challenge, I WRONGLY assumed that it would be easy. My life is interesting, right? And if it isn’t, just put some filler material and it’ll all be ok. Right?
Wrong.
Along the way, the panic of having to post every single day makes even the thought of updating or working on your site completely repulsive.
(Also, I must admit, I’ve become addicted to the new Facebook app “Farmville”. Even if I try to explain the appeal, I couldn’t. In theory, it’s a waste of time– you grow stuff and you add neighbours and advance levels because of it, but there’s no direct competition. You couldn’t wipe our your neighbour in any way or take land away from others by expanding your land. It’s just creating your own farm and.. decorating it. All I can think about is whether my crops are ready to be harvested, because we wouldn’t want them to wither away and die before they’re harvested, no! This addiction, it’ll pass. I promise?)
My cousin just linked the helicopter game on facebook and I can’t even get through the first hurdle. My blood, it boils at games like this:
http://www.addictinggames.com/helicopter.html
Enjoy!
Champion of 2009 Battle of the Blades: Jamie Salé and Craig Simpson!