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Ichabod!

06 November 2004 12:31

yesterday was so completely surreal. lets go backwards, shall we?

this morning, matt drove up and asked for meg. a bit later he asked why i hadn't been out last night.

I was sleepy, i answered. two sips of alcohol and i would have been out cold on the table.

i was exhausted because it had been a supremely exhausting and frustrating day.
in the morning i found out that the principal was coming into the classroom to do a workshop, about which she had mentioned nothing to me and hadnt even planned very well herself. i was upset, but despite the lack of information i still managed pretty well. then after the workshop was over, we were left with thirty minutes before lunch. the eighth grade teacher had absolutely nothing planned, and left it up to me to find something for both classes to do. blech. then after lunch, during PE, i was trying to assist the eighth grade teacher with his plan for the classes. he was planning to do running and relays with them. so he asked "who cannot run?" and half the class raised their hand becuase the really just didnt want to run. "ok, you can go inside and do quizzes with miss martin." WTF??

i tried to turn it into a choice for them. ok, you can go with mr brown and run, or go with me and do quizzes, certain that they would choose to stay outside rather than work. they didnt. they tried to start arguing with me. just then, mr brown started calling for me to bring them over to him, thus catching me in a contradiction of conflicting instructions.

thankfully, the principal and damian came around just then. kristelle took the kids, and i cried. because it was twice in one day that id been denied information and made to fly by the seat of my pants. i managed it the first time, but the second time it just bombed.

damian gave me a backrub, wiped away my tears, and told me to keep a journal of the phases of the moon.

later that afternoon we gathered for a community meeting at vals house. it was a draining meeting because it was so productive. on the way over, i talked to kristelle and told her how upset i was that she had thrust me into that workshop situation without telling me what was going on. then we all aired out our grievances about how things were going at school and within our teachers community. about the lack of discipline and supervision for the eighth graders, and our principals lack of availability. we even got our community dinner stuff worked out.

we ordered pizza in chama for dinner, then went to pagosa to see "the incredibles." it was fun, but i was sleepy. and thus, i didnt go to the bar aftewards.

i came home and fell asleep with my sweet, sweet kitten.