The year is off to a busy, hectic start.
-I've already said "penis" in class, shocking my students into silence.
-One mother has discovered that I don't send homework home to ill children, not because I'm kind and loving that way, but because I cannot package a lesson plan that relies on class discussion. She is perturbed. I explained that her son will have enough homework to do while he is in the hospital (badly broken leg), and that my class is very....light on textbook/written work, heavy on discussion and group activity.
-My new promotion apparently comes with responsibilities, of which I have no clue. Hmmm. Need to find clue.
-The heat is not on in the building, praise all higher beings, but the air circulation is off. Twenty teenagers, fresh (ha! NOT fresh!) from gym, cram into my room in the afternoon. Most of them are boys. Boys who don't have girlfriends, and don't yet realize the joys of pit stick. No air + gym class + boy odor = nasty haze of warm stench in my room.
-Politics. If I wanted to go into politics, I would be a friggin' politician. I'm not. So don't ask me to get involved in stupid, mindless "he said, she said" issues.
-I adore the student who brought me coffee today in an attempt at bribery.... she was 45 minutes late. 45 minutes late for a 70 minute class means she was absent. But, because she knows me from years past, she knew it would be in her very best interest to show up for at least a few minutes, find out what she missed, admit to skipping, and take whatever scolding I had for her. And she knew that coffee is always welcome. It doesn't excuse absences, but it makes me smile.
-I remember why I love teaching. It's been a crazy, tiring week, but I still wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. I'll need to remember this feeling in February, when I want to string the little buggers up on the flag pole.