What the Hell Happened to My Summer?
Alright, enough with not posting because I don't have the time or energy to do a really well thought out post (now you know this is going to be quality, don't you?). While I still plan to tell you all about the last days of my trip to Connecticut (Really? I've been back for six weeks and I'm still not done?), I knew that, if I didn't post today, I'd really lose the moment. Plus, I'm starving, and I don't really think all that clearly when I'm hungry.
(What does that have to do with anything?)
I'm starving because today was the first day of "real" work. The day the munchins came back. While we did have three days of professional development and work time last week, I was still able to do my normal schedule of grazing nonstop from dawn 'til dusk. Not so today. Today I have eaten: one bowl of Cheerios, one cup of milk, one Lean Cuisine turkey meal, one cheese stick, three bite size 3 Musketeers bars, and about seven glasses of water. Now, normally, I lose track of what I've eaten by about two in the afternoon, so the fact that I can still list everything at nearly six o'clock is impressive. Man, no wonder I've gained back almost all the weight I lost during the stress from Hell that ended the last year. Maybe this means I'll lose it again. One can hope.
I also think I'm either dehydrated or there is something wrong with me. Despite having drank over seven eight-ounce glasses of water today, I only had to use the bathroom at work three times all day. And it was a long day. I had an extra hour and a half long meeting after work. In a way, this is a good thing, since bathroom breaks are limited in my chosen profession, but it is a little troublesome.
I had a little anxiety about the small people coming back today. Last week with the staff was fine and the only mentions of the ridiculous situation in May were shows of support, but I was worried about some of the kids. I needn't have. Not one of my current students even mentioned the situation (Hey, aren't you the MySpace teacher?) and the only thing I heard from last year's kids were how happy they were to see me back. Three or four of them even came down to my room and gave me hugs. One said to me, "We all thought you'd come back. We wanted you back." Since I can't really say much to the kids about the situation, I just replied, "I thought I would be, too. But I'm back now!"
Well, as I stated, I'm starving. So I'm going to go eat. Perhaps later I can talk about how Copper is not taking my going back to work all that well. She keeps chewing on the baby gates that contain her to the kitchen. And she took paint off the wall one day last week. Oh, I guess I just told you. Such is life.
(What does that have to do with anything?)
I'm starving because today was the first day of "real" work. The day the munchins came back. While we did have three days of professional development and work time last week, I was still able to do my normal schedule of grazing nonstop from dawn 'til dusk. Not so today. Today I have eaten: one bowl of Cheerios, one cup of milk, one Lean Cuisine turkey meal, one cheese stick, three bite size 3 Musketeers bars, and about seven glasses of water. Now, normally, I lose track of what I've eaten by about two in the afternoon, so the fact that I can still list everything at nearly six o'clock is impressive. Man, no wonder I've gained back almost all the weight I lost during the stress from Hell that ended the last year. Maybe this means I'll lose it again. One can hope.
I also think I'm either dehydrated or there is something wrong with me. Despite having drank over seven eight-ounce glasses of water today, I only had to use the bathroom at work three times all day. And it was a long day. I had an extra hour and a half long meeting after work. In a way, this is a good thing, since bathroom breaks are limited in my chosen profession, but it is a little troublesome.
I had a little anxiety about the small people coming back today. Last week with the staff was fine and the only mentions of the ridiculous situation in May were shows of support, but I was worried about some of the kids. I needn't have. Not one of my current students even mentioned the situation (Hey, aren't you the MySpace teacher?) and the only thing I heard from last year's kids were how happy they were to see me back. Three or four of them even came down to my room and gave me hugs. One said to me, "We all thought you'd come back. We wanted you back." Since I can't really say much to the kids about the situation, I just replied, "I thought I would be, too. But I'm back now!"
Well, as I stated, I'm starving. So I'm going to go eat. Perhaps later I can talk about how Copper is not taking my going back to work all that well. She keeps chewing on the baby gates that contain her to the kitchen. And she took paint off the wall one day last week. Oh, I guess I just told you. Such is life.
posted by Charlie at 5:46 PM
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