Spent the whole day behind the 8-ball, because on my one day off this weekend I went to the zoo with my wife and my son instead of spending all of it planning for this upcoming week of classes. We had a stellar time at the zoo, too, probably the best visit to that particular zoo that I’ve ever had. And now I’m sitting on the couch coughing up a quick blog post rather than researching methods of teaching measurement and conversion between units (because we have an entire four-week unit coming that I have no material for, which is going to be awful,) which is what I probably ought to be doing, and also instead of hanging out with the aforementioned wife and son, which is what I want to be doing.
I have absolutely got to find a new job. I don’t want to teach anymore; I don’t want any of this– not the lesson planning, not the grading, none of it. I haven’t called a single parent this year, because fuck it. I can only think of two or three occasions during my entire career where it made any damn difference and it’s not going to this time either. I need to sit down and seriously crunch some numbers and figure out just how much of a salary cut I can handle and still stay solvent, because I can’t do this anymore. I need a goddamn job that I can leave at work and not bring extra shit home to do every single day. Enough of this crap.