Where did today go?
Placement began. I was at school by eight o’clock. I sat in on an English, a Religion and a Math class. My host teacher had to sub for a gym class so I watched that too. It was kind of entertaining. My host teacher was wearing a pair of knee-high boots, a t-shirt dress and a cardigan type thingy. Not quite what you picture a gym teacher wearing. The other teachers who passed her were all kind of smirking.
I think I'm going to have an interesting time. I have thirty grade nines and fifteen grade elevens. My host teacher has kindly spared me having to teach math. They're very interesting groups. It's going to be a challenge figuring out how to get to all of them.
I should also mention that my cousin T is teaching at the same school. He knew my host teacher. She made him give me a ride home. I like her.
But before I knew it, the day was done. 3:10 never came faster.
I get to teach tomorrow. First time teaching (officially), forty five minutes, thirty students, poetry… BRING IT! I'm going to keep saying "bring it" until it's been brought.
When I got home I pretty much collapsed with an iced tea and a bowl of pretzels. I don’t know how, but I eventually got up and finished my lesson plans for the week, I emailed two profs, set up a meeting for our newest Pride venture, got some things ready to put in the mail (Veronica, it is part one of your birthday gift), added an article to the online journal I’m working on.
Being this productive freaks me out. I don’t know if I like it or not. I feel like I’m constantly on. Always going. I kind of like feeling unproductive.
I must admit, I was rather sad when Glee wasn’t on. I was looking forward to it. I’m currently watching The Mentalist. Looks like there’s some serious transference and counter transference going on between a therapist and Patrick. That’s a nasty, sneaky issue. I’ve experienced it. It took me years to find out just how messed up and complicated it makes life. It’s one of the few Freudian theories I do believe.
Anyway, I have a really long day ahead of me tomorrow. A really, really, I’d rather be puking my guts out, long day. Bed time.