So I had a small freak-out today. Don’t judge. I am just feeling overwhelmed today, especially this afternoon when I had to cram in my full teaching load and two meetings plus class after school. It was not fun and I found myself, for at least the last hour of school, fighting back tears that wanted to roll out of my eyes to evade the stress in my brain.
It is a lot of work trying to prep for a week away from school. And it is really hard working at a small private school, where the place revolves around meetings and activities. I am doing more work here for this school as just a regular teacher than I ever was for the public school where I used to work. And I was loaded down there. It is really hard to believe how busy I am…but the busy-ness here is all administrative or beauraucratic. Committees, meetings, blah, blah, blah. It is a LOT. And maybe this week isn’t the easiest to get all of these meetings started since I am also swamped with prep for next week while I am away.
The truth is, I am a control freak. I don’t know who will be covering my classes, and therefore, I don’t want to put teaching responsibility in that person’s hands. Those are my students, therefore, I want to teach them. I am trying to come up with the lesson plans that involve the least amount of direct substitute-student contact, but I also don’t want the kids to completely lose interest in the subject. So, next week, they will watch “The Sixth Sense” to keep them aligned with studying surprise endings like in O.Henry’s short stories, and in History they will watch “Gladiator” and compare it to what we have studied so far about the fall of the Roman Empire. I will also ask them to search for evidence of the things they researched and try to find evidence in the movie of the Empire crumbling.
I think if I were a 7th grader, I would really have liked those classes if my teacher went away for a while.
I am so excited to go home. I am so NOT excited for the plane rides, because they are so ridiculously long, but…at least I will go home. And I can’t argue with that. It is time for me to go home now (I am actually at an Internet building…not even remotely a cafe”) and as we all know by now, I have a lot of work to do tonight. Sorry for the complaints, but I think at times like this it is better to write than to sit in my own pool of tears and worry myself into inaction.
‘Tis better already.