There is a cat in my lap.
He is purring away solidly.
may the whole day go so well.
I’m trying to do too many things at once these days. For my seventh graders, I’m trying to learn about WW I and WW II as I teach it to them. For my ninth graders, I’m trying to figure out how to teach them to write at a high school level. For my sixth graders, I’m trying to teach them how to behave in a classroom. None of this is easy. I have six to twelve new papers each night from each class, depending on who submits their homework, and I can correct those papers — or I can figure out what I’m doing in class the following day. Any class I’m not prepared for is sheer hell; guess where I spend my time, and what I work on?
Today is completely shot, too. I have to write at least two of my term’s end reports, both for kids who aren’t doing very well. One of them is in danger of failing one of his two classes with me, because he doesn’t do his homework for me; he thinks I’ll let him off the hook somehow. and the Connecticut high school fencing group is meeting in New Haven tonight. Two hours on the road for an hour meeting, and yet this get-together may be critical for next year’s fencing season. Argh.
My friend Sam is going through a rough spot. I talked to him on Tuesday, and the grievance committee at his school has basically washed their hands of him. His school isn’t renewing his contract for next year, after ten years of working there, and the administration has let him go in a most unpleasant way. Sam is determined to fight back in some way. I’ve been trying to advise him to just let it go, that the more he fights with them the harder it will be to find a new teaching job because his old job won’t be recommending him as broadly.
But it occurs to me that I’ve been offering variations on this advice to a lot of people, and frankly, most of them aren’t buying. has been making some good choices in regard to the group he visited on Beltane, despite my advice. and her colleague at work have been pushing for a new workspace at their job.
I find myself asking, What am I hiding from?