Today was our first day back together after our winter break. And while I absolutely contemplated poking myself in the eye when my alarm went off at 5 a.m., I was happy to see my friends today. They are just so damn cute.
Now if I'm honest with you, I'll admit that I carried home all kinds of projects - my planner, upcoming units, chapter books, math manuals...you name it, I gave myself some scoliosis carrying it home last Friday. And then I promptly carried my load up to my office where it remained untouched for the entire vacation.
Are you judging me yet?
I rationalized it by telling myself that it was more important for me to catch up on my own studies and to spend my time rejuvenating.
I am now rejuvenated. Check.
Here is my other reason/rationalize/stop-judging-me:
This week is Assembly Week. (insert ominous music here)
Yes, my friends and I must jump through flaming hoops in front of the entire school this Friday. THIS FRIDAY!!!! That is just five short days to teach, rehearse and beat a program into their little heads. And despite all of our pleading and many well argued emails, the administration won't change the date. They just can't wait another week to see my little friends dance.
Those of you who work in schools may already know that Assemblies are NOT about actual learning. We are in NO WAY showing off our newly acquired knowledge. We are NOT aiming to teach anything or give our students a platform to shine. Oh no. That would make way too much sense.
Assemblies are really about man-handling your class to sing and dance like trained seals by any means possible - even means that you would NEVER consider bringing into your classroom. That's right. I yell my face off during Assembly Week. And while it never strays into screaming (because I just can't do that), it does meander into the slightly scary realm.
Again, I'm just being honest.
So keep your fingers crossed and maybe even send me a whistle (I could use it to deafen them into submission). I am about to spend a week abandoning my role as "teacher" and assuming the role of Nazi Assembly Master.
I can feel the rejuvenation slowly slipping away.
I miss teaching.