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stevenpiziks) wrote2009-03-24 10:35 pm
stevenpiziks) wrote2009-03-24 10:35 pm
Entry tags:
Teaching Through
Everything happens at once, doesn' t it?
Another teacher in the English department at Nameless will be out on medical leave for a month, possibly longer, and she asked that R----, my intern teacher, be her long-term substitute. This would be a great opportunity for R----, of course, both in terms of experience, building her resume, and getting her foot in the door at Wherever schools. R--- also only had two weeks left of intern teaching anyway, so when the other teacher called me to ask if it would be all right, I agreed.
Then Grandma passed away. Suddenly having all my classes back held less appeal (though I wouldn't have changed my answer even if the order of events had been reversed).
I taught all day today, dealt with a horde of minor issues on my prep, and after school put together lesson plans for the two days I'd be out, which included major revisions to what I'd already had planned. I have no freaking idea what my mythology class is going to do on Friday, but I'll just have to deal with that when I get back.
It was very tiring, not because of the schedule, but because of previous events. I kept stumbling across hidden pockets of grief during the day. I'm also learning that there's a hidden fatigue that comes with death, and it wears at you constantly.
Another teacher in the English department at Nameless will be out on medical leave for a month, possibly longer, and she asked that R----, my intern teacher, be her long-term substitute. This would be a great opportunity for R----, of course, both in terms of experience, building her resume, and getting her foot in the door at Wherever schools. R--- also only had two weeks left of intern teaching anyway, so when the other teacher called me to ask if it would be all right, I agreed.
Then Grandma passed away. Suddenly having all my classes back held less appeal (though I wouldn't have changed my answer even if the order of events had been reversed).
I taught all day today, dealt with a horde of minor issues on my prep, and after school put together lesson plans for the two days I'd be out, which included major revisions to what I'd already had planned. I have no freaking idea what my mythology class is going to do on Friday, but I'll just have to deal with that when I get back.
It was very tiring, not because of the schedule, but because of previous events. I kept stumbling across hidden pockets of grief during the day. I'm also learning that there's a hidden fatigue that comes with death, and it wears at you constantly.