Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Eighteen Days to Go

Eighteen more school days left in this school year.
18 more days to get up at five a.m. to eat breakfast, throw on my clothes, and drive to school.
18 more days of...
Grading papers;
Entering grades in the electronic grade book:
Planning lessons for ten different classes;
Making copies of lessons for ten different classes;
Dealing with students who think they are in charge instead of us;
Orienting new students;
Not having enough copies because we got new students without previous notice;
Keeping a discipline log on each student;
Sitting with students who have detention;
Driving to and from school with Wick;
Having lunch with Wick;
Working in the same classroom with Wick;
Wick winking at me without changing expression so that the kids don't notice;
Being able to talk about the day's events without much background explanation, because we both know the people involved;
Wick helping me figure out how to make the on-line grading program work;
Sending each other e-mails during our conference period, so that we are communicating without anyone else in our office knowing what we are saying;
Praying that we will get jobs together for next year.


HolyMama! said...

18 more days?! i've usually got the summer planned by now! i'm BEHIND!

Susan said...

Wow, just 18 days of school left. Then you are off for summer. What are your plans for the summer?

Praying for your Prodigal said...

I still remember the excitement I felt as a student--once the countdown started! As a mom--I look forward the carefree days of summer. No more homework, no more evening comittments...no more waking before dawn! It's such a good time to reconnect with our children.

And, for teachers, hopefully, it is a good time to recharge and renew!


Carol said...

So, you're winding down your year and I am going to have to gear up for summer? Will do. Right after I'm done with my panic attack.

Jan said...

LOL! Carol, summer is what saves a teacher's sanity. It's kind of like the pain of childbirth--after two or three months, you forget how bad it was, and you feel ready to do it again.