- Teaching my three classes
- Being a department head
- Being a union rep
- Coaching a baseball team
- Organazing a field trip from hell
Well, my afternoon classes are great. My morning class is crazy, and getting crazier by the day; I spend 70% of my time during the day that I spend on my classes thinking about them, dealing with their bullshit, talking to the VPs about them, calling parents, and so on. I just hope I can steer them through the next 18 classes without me murdering anyone.
2. Department head
I think the other people in the department are noticing the state I'm in these days; as part of our weekly Friday Treats, the lady who did it this past week (a.) baked us a rhubarb pie, (b.) from scratch, (c.) with rhubarb from her garden. Possibly the best pie I've had in a decade. And she said she did it because she thought I'd appreciate it, because I've been stressed out like crazy lately. Ain't that nice?
3. Union rep
We're in the thick of the staffing process, and new information is coming at us all the time (including this past Friday at 4:30ish). So, I have to hold the VP's hand and make sure all the staffing rules are followed; seniority and qualifications, ahoy. Plus, I have to deal with assorted boneheaded bullshitty things that teachers do that might get them in trouble. Honestly, folks, stop doing stupid stuff.
There comes a point in almost every teacher-coach's season where you start rooting against your own team, so maybe, just maybe the season can be mercifully over and you can have your life back. But this year was different; I wanted the fellas to win the regional title. We would've had a good shot too, but we lost in the semifinal in a tight 7-5 thriller.
5. Field Trip
Since I started teaching, we've taken physics classes to Canada's Wonderland to do experiments on the roller coasters; kids ask me on the first day of class if we're going. But the board is scared shitless of turning kids loose in an amusement park, even if what they're doing is curriculum-related. So, working with the other VP, we figured out a way to change things so (a.) it's slightly shittier for the kids, but (b.) it was to get approved by our superintendent (i.e., above our principal). We finally did, and we go tomorrow, and holy hell was that a lot of work.
Naturally, when I get home, I'm a tired boy. So, pesky stuff like marking and a lot of good, forward-thinking planning? Heh, that just gets pushed off to later -- and I feel like my classes are suffering because of it. But, as soon as I stop getting pulled five different ways every day, I'll just get right on that.
(I like to joke that when I enter my department office and the first words I hear are someone saying, "Oh, there he is" -- which inevitably means that someone's been looking for me to go do something else, probably urgently -- that's the worst thing I can hear. Because it usually ends up with me dropping whatever three things I was already doing, and going somewhere else to put out some fucking fire that popped up out of nowhere.)
SUMMER, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?