Well, only two kids showed up after school yesterday -- and they left after an hour. So I sat with no kids for an hour and decided to go home early. Rachel and Connor were going to come in after their golf/track commitments, but I texted them to go home.
We are never gonna get this fucking yearbook done. I'm gonna be there all summer, again.
I hate April and May.
And I hate kids who are not committed to my program. I had the good fortune to do applications and select staff this year because too many signed up for yearbook and newspaper, but I only have 17 kids signed up for next year for yearbook -- my program is not going to grow if I can't get the top caliber kid to sign up. I have the best editor for next year, Alison a.k.a. Kiwi, but her staff is slim pickins.
Oh well, my yearbook rep is going to come talk to me next week and yell at me for running the finances into the ground, and I'm going to give up creative control and agree to do the yearbook all online instead of on inDesign...it's supposed to be easier, and since I don't have the talent -- I'm going for easy.
I gotta have a summer, or I'll be a flipping loon. I think teachers need a month or two off from the constant interaction and pressures of the classroom. I know lots of people say tough shit to teachers and don't feel too sorry for them for having 3 months off -- but MAN once you get into the profession you see how exhausting it can be. I've tried other stuff and nothing compares to teaching in my book as far as wearing your ass out at the end of the day.
I'll end on a good note: Jared is done with school in early May and offered to help. He's bailed my ass out two years in a row, and I'm not above utilizing his talents a third year. I'm sure Rachel will be cool with a little help too -- we need something to save us, because we are truly fucked.
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