Day Two was fun. I got a phone call at 720 in the morning- shortly after I took a shower and started my coffee, of course- from my mentor teacher who told me that she couldn't go in to work that day and believed that I shouldn't either. I didn't fight. Instead, I stayed in my pajamas, cleaned the house, and went to the gym.
So, Monday was MLK Jr. Day.
Wednesday I didn't go.
This means I "worked" three days this week.
(I write "worked" because I only taught 1 and 1/2 days. The rest of the time was spent observing.)
SO WHY AM I SO EXHAUSTED??
Last night I couldn't even make my own lunch or start the coffee. I passed out on the couch just after 8 and Mr. Peaches took charge of all of the mundane morning preparatory activities while I dreamed dreams of being an experienced teacher who doesn't need to plan out every second of her day.
Right now, I can barely keep my eyes open and I haven't even begun to look at what I might need to do for the seven other credits I am taking.
Whine whine whine whine whine.
I know.
But I'm tired and right now fifteen weeks sounds like for-freaking-ever.
But I was asked if I was from Puerto Rico today. So that kinda makes it all worthwhile.
2 comments:
again.... dont they see how very very white you are... i so white that you cant even tan??
I love that (and this is my own, likely inaccurate, presumption) they are so exposed to such a diverse group of people that they just don't assume anything about one's ethnicity.
I teach Spanish = I'm Puerto Rican/Hispanic/Spanish.
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