A shout into the Electronic Void consisting of celebrations, observations, indictments, and rants about teaching high school English in my small plot of space. The opinions expressed here are not necessarily those of my colleagues, and not likely those of my superiors, my school site, or my district. All written here should be taken as purely my opinion, and with a grain of salt.
Wednesday, February 06, 2013
Leave Me Alone
I was leaving the front office when a friend of mine in another department stopped me and said, "I haven't seen you around this week. How're things?"
"I'm a little frazzled."
"Is this semester particularly tough?"
"I wouldn't know. People haven't finished talking to me about last semester yet."
Today's lecture for my seniors totally bit. Twice. I haven't had a moment to prepare for this semester because I'm still answering angry emails from parents and students about this semester's grades. I have a meeting on Friday, and I'm sure another one coming up. I am feeling so angry and defensive and EXPLOSIVE right now. Hit things or cry. Or both. I keep blasting the Dixie Chicks' "Not Ready to Make Nice" in my car just to keep me from completely falling apart on my way to and from work.
I cannot stand this part of my job. CANNOT STAND IT. It's ruining every day for me, despite the sunny-side up moments I have with my sophomores. All I want to do when I come home is turn on the television or do crossword puzzles or internet bits.
I can make it through this week. I think I can. Universe, I hope I can.