The blog of Luther M. Siler, teacher, author and local curmudgeon
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Three more days of school.
And after that, a whole lot of things need to change.
I already have a post scheduled for every day in April. I have an immensity of work to do this week, not the least of which is getting Sanctum ready as both an ebook and a print book by the end of Spring Break. That’s a job. A jorb, even.
Point is, while I’ll still be around, I’m not going to be hurting myself to come up with topics. There are gonna be days the A to Z post is the only one. If you need something to read, can I recommend Skylights? I dropped the price yesterday, so it’s $2.99 now.
I will return in earnest once the book is put to bed.
All I do with my life is play Bloodborne now so I hope I don’t owe you money. There’s no time to do other things. That’s okay, I needed to lose weight anyway and eating is a distraction.
Can’t have that.
…I’m taking today off from blogging. Which probably means that sometime tonight something will piss me off and I’ll write a 2000 word screed about it. But it’s been a long week and my thinkybits are sorta melty, so I’m gonna use tonight to recharge.
Best books of 2014 post coming this weekend. Probably tomorrow.
…piece of cake, right? Sure.
Spent all day surrounded by teachers. I’m not sure whether I can use the word “other” in that sentence anymore. It hit me today that I could, if I wanted, use the word sabbatical to describe this year, since at least in theory I plan on returning to the classroom next year, so I think my ten-second “So what do you do?” job description is going to be to continue to describe myself as a middle school math teacher and then admit that I’m on sabbatical if pressed for further detail.
But that’s not the point. The observation is this: it was rather amazing to me just how exhausted everyone already looks. Now, granted, for a lot of folks this was their first day back, and we did start awfully early in the morning, but I know the difference between exhausted and tired and I’ve chosen that word on purpose. It’s not a thing I’ve noticed at pre-school events in previous years. Just about every adult in that room looked fucking exhausted already and we haven’t even started.
Not a good sign. And I’ll tell you what else: not for a single second did I regret my decision to not teach this year. That will come, I think– we’ll see what happens when the kids get back– but it sure as hell ain’t here yet.