I would like to have more time to journal. I want to record the sweet details of how J (age 6) reacted to being named quarterback, how J (17, h.s. senior) plans to perform a 7-minute drum battle at the senior tea, and the amazing plays N (age 15) made in his football game last night (final score 36-0).
Instead, I'm so far behind with everyday chores that I had to take dirty clothes to the laundromat where I threw $22 into a slot and ran 5 triple loads simultaneously in order to "catch up." (some). There isn't a clean table or countertop in the house to be found.
This was my first week as a new teacher at a school district far, far away. It was also homecoming week at that school. The students dressed up according to daily themes.
I arrived on my first day to a class full of super heroes. Super Women, Green Lanterns, and Iron Men.
Day 2 was "hick/camo" day. Picture a room full of characters from the TV series Duck Dynasty. Some of the boys decided to wear Daisy Dukes. That was a baaaaaad idea.
A student knocked on the door during my quiet planning time and asked if she could come into the room and search for a Trojan (the school's mascot). I chuckled...never before did I think I'd have to respond to that request as a teacher! Tradition dictates that a little statue of a Trojangets hidden somewhere in the building and there's a big prize for the person who finds it/him.
I terrified them. College professor speaking Spanish faster than they could understand. They terrified me. Camo-boot-wearing superheroes who chew gum, roll their eyes, and zone out periodically.
Of course, I know that most students are "dizzy" during homecoming week.
Note to self (jotted down on a napkin or a sales receipt).
"Next week will be better."
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