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’[...]
Posts Tagged ‘thinking’
November 15th, 2009 - 8:07 pm § in nuttin
too. tired. to. post.
This posting everyday is exhausting!! [...]
weekdays are for working
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. [...]
November 11th, 2009 - 8:24 pm § in subbing
a revelation
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 [.[...]
a busy day off
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 ph[...]
wrong, oh so wrong
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 [...]
it’s flattering, really
To date, I’ve had two somewhat distant friends message me since I’ve been married, totally out of the blue, to tell me that they dreamed I was pregnant. And not that I mind or anything, quite the opposite, I love the idea of having a baby. I’ve been reading pregnancy magazines and [...]
October 23rd, 2009 - 1:16 pm § in subbing
someone should tell them it’s rude to stare
The students trickle in and sit quietly at their desks. They stare at me, standing at the front of the class. I stare back. I notice the bright purple wall at the back and the Far Side poster on the side, advertising their calendars of 2002. There’s a Simpsons poster right beside it with all [[...]