One down, one hundred seventy-three to go. Or maybe I should read my contract.
Today was packed with meetings designed to pack my empty summer noggin with knowledge. It is bursting at the seams with visions of Gaggle dancing in there like a Louis and Gilbert from Revenge of the Nerds. That's Gaggle. Something new I need to master by the end of the week, I suppose.
Tomorrow I must take myself on a tour of the boys' varsity locker room. It's expected of me. I must familiarize myself with this turf by Thursday. It's my hallway's new haven in case of a tornado. Forgive me for being in this building ten years and not knowing where to find the boys' varsity locker room. Why would I? It's not like I'd have a reason to go there. Until now.
I am really kind of tired tonight. The high of finding out that our End of Course Biology scores improved by 35 percent over the previous year has long worn off. I would like to take credit. I would like my colleague Arch Nemesis to take credit. But I think we both know that it would be comparing apples to oranges. You do the best you can with the class that must test. This year, we will have The Class Without A Middle. I don't know how things will shake out. There are some upper-level scholars that are amazing. And there are some other scholars that are not motivated. Nothing in between. I must find a way to grab their attention.
But tonight, I am just tired.
Hope you are able to get a good night's sleep.
ReplyDeletePerhaps blow something up like Mythbusters???? I do love that show--and Punkin Chunkin!!!! Science at it's most fun! :)
labbie,
ReplyDeleteFive hours appears to be my limit. The upper end.
Seems like we had some contest in these here parts with a MythBuster in attendance and filming. Not Adam or the other famous dude, a minion. But something went horribly wrong, Air Evac was called, and I don't know if it will make the show. It was earlier this summer. In the Greater Hillmomba region. Anvil launching, I think it was.