When it rains, it pours.
I am so ready to be done with the school year, and done with Philadelphia.
We were supposed to find out on Friday if our school was going to be closed and taken over or not, but of course the district postponed telling us until March 26.
Friday was also one of the worst days I have had with my kids in a long time. They were off the wall, but what made it really bad was that I had been sick since Tuesday. I went in to work anyway, after being congested, headachy, and throwing up, because I didn’t want to risk a sub not picking up and having to make the administration split my class up with other teachers (this happens quite often at my school since subs don’t like to pick up and the teachers at my school don’t like to come to work). It really reminded me how much my attitude and preparedness and sanity and health have to do with how things go in my classroom.
This weekend was a Penn weekend so I had class all Friday night, then came home and wrote a paper until 1 am. Then I had class on Saturday from 9-12, and then one of the first actually helpful TFA sessions I’ve had all year until 3:30. Then dinner with a friend/colleague of my father’s, which meant that when I came home I was not in the mood to do anything productive. I watched the Wire–I’m catching up on Season 4.
Today, the whole day felt stressful and rushed because we lost an hour due to daylight savings. I was stuck inside because it’s been raining like crazy all weekend. I spent most of the day cleaning, and fighting with my webcam and blackberry to try and make them work again. I finally got some work done and now am trying to write a paper. I also have to do some tax stuff tonight–no excuses! And my bedtime deadline is in 40 minutes….jeez.
Out of town for the next 2 weekends for sad family stuff. Spring break is soon, and then I dread the fact that in all of April, May, and June, we have one day off. HOW WILL I SURVIVE!?!??!?!?!?
Let me just repeat: I am SO READY TO BE DONE with this entire year and this whole Philadelphia corps thing. Can I just move back to be with people who love me and care about me and find a school there?
