Day 91This is not a rant. At least that is the plan.
I stayed at school till 7:30. I do this one or two times a week. I do work on the weekends. I get to school early in the morning. Nope. Actually that is a complete lie. I'm not a morning person, I stay up too late for that. I can't function till I've had a cup of coffee and a fair amount of down time. It is better for me and better for the little humans who I teach. But I really do put in a ton of hours. I don't actually mind putting in the time. I enjoy the work. What I mind a whole lot is the fact that I feel like I'm ALWAYS in the weeds. I'm never all set with grading, or planning, or communicating with parents. I especially suck at keeping up with paperwork and deadlines. Oh, I have the best of intentions. The truth is, I received an email from my principal today personally requesting that I sign off on my educator plan and electronically share my goals with her. The plan should have been signed off on. It takes all of two seconds to get it done. I should have done it the minute that I got the notification that the principal had shared the doc with me. I should have done it then because when I wait, stuff like that, stuff that doesn't feel uber important to me, just slips through the cracks. Then, I miss a silly deadline. Now the goals are another story. My team has met with the principal and reviewed the draft goals. I wanted to tweak the goals before submitting them. When are they due? Not for weeks. My principal likes to check things off her list. I'm on her list. I shouldn't have let her email reminder bother me. Instead, I let it feel like harassment. I allow myself to get all bogged down. I get pretty cranky around the fact that just one more thing is being demanded of me and I'm already feeling like I'm in the weeds. So much is expected of us. One of the brightest moment of my day was when I realized I had an IEP meeting coming up on Thursday and that it required no paperwork on my part. The work feels never-ending. I don't mind working hard. I just wish I felt better about myself at the end of the day. Sorry. It was a rant.
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Marie McManus BrighamA public school teacher who gets to wonder alongside fourth-graders. Archives
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