I won’t be in my classroom tomorrow. I’m assisting (where “assisting” means “taking primary responsibility for,” because if I do it it’s going to be done right) on a major project in the office, and they’re putting a sub in my room so that I can get everything done. I have told the boss he is providing me with doughnuts and orange juice and lunch. He did not argue.
True fact: after spending all summer trying my damnedest to stay out of the classroom, I’m now officially pissed that I’m getting pulled out of the classroom. Because clearly I am never happy. Three days in, I’m still over the moon with my homeroom girls, and my afternoon class ain’t half bad either, although there are a few of ’em in there that I know I’m going to end up tangling with and there are a lot of special ed kids who are going to end up challenging in an entirely different way. Some of them are the same kids. I like my para, too. I’ve always had good luck with my paraprofessionals; that streak is apparently continuing this year.
My main goal this weekend needs to be to find some way to get at least a little ahead on next week. Given that I’m working Saturday night and we’re hosting a birthday party for our son on Sunday, that seems a trifle unlikely. But I remain optimistic. I’d also like to– God forbid– get some writing done that isn’t blog-related.
How’s your week going, y’all?