A few people commented on my First Year Tales of Woe yesterday and mentioned preps. Ah, preps. Just the thought of them sends me into an emotional tizzy. If tizzy is even a word that is - Big Mama Mimi uses it, so I figure it has to be legit.
I mean, initially, the thought of a prep brings a smile to my face. The 45 uninterrupted minutes in my day to furiously check things off my list or perhaps have an inspirational, motivational and overall productive work session with my Super Colleagues. My inner nerd is practically dancing with joy at the thought. *sigh* However, the smile is quickly wiped from my nerdy little face when I think of the reality that is the prep. Unfortunately, all too often they are not the productive utopias I imagine in my brain. (Although when they ARE...oh the HEAVEN of it all!!) The reality is that nine preps out of ten do not belong to you. In fact, you can practically hear the Powers That Be snickering, "SUCKA!" under their breath as they inform you of all the mandatory (and unproductive) meetings you will have to attend during your so called "prep" period. Call my crazy, but I always thought "prep" was short for "preparation" not "bullshit time waster," but maybe I'm just not seeing it clearly. That's right, maybe it IS me. Because really? The only "preparation" going on for most of my preps was preparing myself to not leap across the table and strangle someone and/or scream in frustration over the wasted minutes in my day by doing intense amounts of deep breathing.
Now that I think about it, perhaps "prep" really is short for "prepare your patience to be tested" or maybe "prepare the mental list of things you will have to take home with you since you lost your prep." Yeah, that MUST be it.
As icing on my non-existent prep sundae, I got to deal with colleagues who believed that classroom teacher were "prep hungry" since we tried to switch our free periods on field trip days or, you know, got frustrated from time to time by all the lost time. Kind of makes you want to scream, right?
But before you click away from this blog, I don't want to leave you with thoughts that make your poor (potentially vacationing) hearts pound. Because all those jacked up preps? All those meetings? All that useless paperwork? It just makes those mystical, wonderful and uber-productive time with your colleagues that much sweeter when it actually happens. (And my nerdy little smile is BACK!)