Back to School, Again
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if you couldn’t decipher that first part, i apologize. it’s been the first real week of classes, and as usual, i’m already up to my eyeballs in work. i listen with barely muted disgust to people who tell me they’re bored at work; “there’s nothing to do but surf the internet and gossip over the watercooler.” now i know that i’m probably exaggerating; i am prone to this, i’ll admit. but i can truly say without a shred of doubt that i am doing something as soon as i hit my classroom door until i turn off my computer, and my brain, at night to go to sleep and do it all over the next day.
please don’t mistake my statements for self-absorbed whining. au contrare, mon amis. the thing is, i love my job. sure, it’s only been five days of classes, but i really get a charge out of teaching. you can’t help but be energized when you walk through the door into a teeming pool of adolescent hormones and hair products. i’m in the freshmen/sophomore hallway, so they tend to be a lot more wired in the morning than the rest of us, which totally recharges me. by the time the bell rings, i am ready to tackle my day and the six different classes i teach.
do you guys remember the first day of high school? it’s kind of interesting how i get to live the whole thing over again and again. the freshmen are so cute, for a lack of a better term. they’re like deer caught in the headlights, so quiet and unsure of themselves. they’re all wide-eyed at the whole weight of changes in their responsibilities, expectations, ten classes, and dealing with seniors and swirlies…
of course the sophomores have been there, done that, and tend to have the swagger that only one year of experience can bring. there’s a reason sophomores are aptly defined as “wise fools.” the juniors are playing it cool, waiting for their chance in the spotlight, while the seniors are already making spring break plans for cancun and florida. ahh, to be eighteen again.
so i’m back in it, and will not resurface again until may. but one of my many goals this year is to make time for me and the things i love other than chaining myself to my desk.
but now it’s time for a bubble bath with just me and mr. bubbles. he’s a great guy, but he tends to hog the loofa, oh well.
later.