Today I wake up, survey the disaster that is my home, organize the stack of papers to be graded, grade. With some luck, I'll pull out a few hours to work on the disaster that is my home.
Tomorrow, I wake up, survey the disaster that is my home, organize the stack of papers to be graded, grade. With some luck, I'll pull out a few hours to work on the disaster that is my home.
Monday, I wake up, survey the disaster that is my home, organize the stack of papers to be graded, grade. With some luck, I'll pull out a few hours to work on the disaster that is my home.
It's good to have a plan.
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Hi Pam! Today I went and heard a very inspiring educator speak . . . and I immediately wanted to ask him for a teaching job . . . but then I remembered about grading papers. (Condolences.)
ReplyDeleteAs for the house, just go after one room (or should it be one pile?) at a time. Good luck!
Bee -- I'm puzzled. When did you see my house? ;)
ReplyDeleteReally, if it weren't for the paper grading, it would be a perfect job. I keep saying that I'm going to revert to making a few reference notes and then calling the students into my office and giving them oral feedback, letting them ask questions, etc.
I really might do that during the summer, when we compress 15 weeks into 6...
I have respect and sympathy for you! Both of my daughters are teachers. I have seen those stacks of papers.
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