Meanwhile, I was trying not to hit panic buttons because my nature of saying "Yes" catches up to me and then I wonder, "How am I supposed to keep up with it all."
It's all good. Why? Because in a period of 10-minutes you start a ZOOM training, you get an email that a zany teacher and her stuffed-animal friend (they're in therapy together) contacted the federal government about you...long story, and the truck shows up with a dishwasher you haven't had for 4 years all at the same time. Well, of course they accidentally let the dog out during the middle school dismissal so she was in canine bliss. You, however, were trying to keep control while thinking @$#@$@ in your head.
Ummm. Birds shit.
It's the story of most of our lives. Well, those of us who chose to be teachers...not just them, but those who spend their life actively working to support teachers. We get it. It's normal for us.
So today, I chiseled for personal space with only one meeting, but that quickly became a lie as the day was inundated with student requests for meetings, advisement, help on projects, and graduate school advice. There will be no deliveries, Karal will stay at my side all day, and I will grade as soon as I spend a day cleaning out an office so others can borrow a cart they need.
I also signed up to conduct Mid-Academic Term assessments for colleagues (which turns out to be 12 in the next two weeks). This all should be interesting.
Crandall, learning to say "no" might need to be practiced in the near future. You're getting old, fella. And this weighs on you now.
And when you get home from campus at 10 p.m., check emails, and respond to inquiries, it's midnight before you can go to bed. Enough.
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