Day 2 - W2R Really Hits Me

It’s only been a day and a half and I’m ready to kill everybody. I have an AFL-CIO meeting tomorrow, so I need to prepare for a sub today in addition to getting ready for my three preps. I’d be scrambling no matter what since my students decided not to learn at exactly the pace I had prepared for them during my pre-W2R scramble this weekend. Maybe it’s karmic payback for trying to make W2R easier by doing a ridiculous amount of unpaid overtime just before the kickoff. So all bets are off now and I’m starting to feel it.

I felt the first prick of frustration when I noticed that people don’t put the colored paper back into the right piles by the copy machine – why is the blue on the orange? While I was copying, I wondered why didn’t Holt consider that maybe the kids should just learn one thing at a time and give me a two-step equation worksheet without all the negatives and fractions to start with when I don’t have time to create one of my own? Why is the bell ringing already!? And why is that rainbow spinner coming up when I’m trying to type up the sub notes and run the copier at the same time?!? Why won’t that kid stop running – am I fast enough to chase him down and not lose my place in the copier line??!?? Don’t ask me about the school board meeting Monday while I’m trying to get all these copies done– why weren’t you there??@#? Oh, your kid was in the hospital, sorry. HOW DOES THE COPY MACHINE KNOW TO JAM JUST WHEN I’M LATE??!!??! “I don’t think it will be a huge adjustment for me this time” (I wrote that in yesterday’s blog) – WHAT THE @#$* WAS I THINKING???!!?!?!?

At least is clear that I am not sneaking work home and am sticking to spirit of W2R. I will wear my craziness a badge of loyalty to our cause.

On the home front – I just started selling things on eBay. With my extra time, I’ve noticed a lot of things around my house could be sold at what I am sure are fabulous prices. When my husband saw the postal scale I bought today, he packed up some of his favorite things to hide in his locker at work. Good choice.