As I am sure I have mentioned (both ad infinitum and ad nauseam; my principal called me a clever wordsmith and it may have gone to my head) I am challenged on a daily basis by job/calling/avocation (You could also substitute mental illness, crazed obsession, tragic result of my relentless optimism for any of those words.) I am generally too exhausted to think, let alone write or read or cook or clean or anything that a responsible adult would be doing.
People ask me how I manage to keep up with my life (like my huge house rambly unattended lawn, cleaning, laundry and a personal life. The answer is I AM NOT. I am not keeping up. My bills are being paid, but I haven’t had time to meet with my financial planner or get new car insurance, cell phone plan, health insurance.
But I AM keeping up with my lesson plans and I successfully finished UIL One-Act Play season mostly successfully. (That means I didn’t drop dead from the stress, didn’t have an anger related incident and didn’t “accidentally” bash my car into someone . I directed two One Acts and competed in the same five week period. One of my shows advanced, which is huge because that cast was the first High School cast from our school EVER, and this is my first UIL season EVER)
I did keep up with all 160 of my theatre students and survived my first PDAS evaluation (I have no idea what all of my graphs and domains add up to at this time. I should know something soon after my principal meets with my advisor)
My students are all right on schedule with where they need to be in accordance to the curriculum. We have done some fun projects with minimum fuss and a great deal of mess. Even my Miscreants and Malcontents (My euphemism for some of my most challenging students) have made some improvement.
Case in point: The kid who is the most vocal about his displeasure with the way I run the railroad, to the point of trying to incite a riot mostly behaves and participates. Today when I was trying to get the projector to work so I could show some example videos to demonstrate their projects, several students suggested that I just use the overheard projector. (I don’t have one, but there is one in every other classroom.) When I explained as patiently as I could that was not supplied one for the year, the challenger said, “Why does the best teacher have the worst stuff?”
When did my most challenging student decide I was the best teacher?
I’ll still take it for the win.
Too bad that didn’t come with a shiny placque like the one I got for advancing at UIL