Skip to main content

Tripping along

Day 2

Re: "The real question is how much homework did you end up with. Tomorrows question will be how sore are you from carrying all the books, supplies, and electronics while sprinting (this is a relative term) between classes." - Anonymous

Only minimal amounts of homework were given on day 1, I do not expect that trend to hold.  

Morale still high, back a little sore from carrying a pack that weighs more than my youngest child.  Lack of sleep from pent up excitement proves to be a real obstacle and almost caused a late arrival to the solitary class of the day.  Wildlife today seems more relaxed, although in their haste to migrate one almost ran me over with her wheeled contraption.

The training schedule will have to be modified YET AGAIN thanks to moronic leadership (and I'm not talking about mine.  I mean really, why offer a class that requires a lab but then limit the lab spaces available?)

Summary: Survived day 2, not as hungry as day 1.


Anonymous said…
I believe the correct adjective to describe the skills of the planners is either "business savvy" or "creatively unbound". Alternatively, they may even blame the situation on a “feature” of the Universities software. Clearly you have unrealistic expectations at this point. Either or both of the following statements apply: 1- they have some business majors leveraging the “overbooking” principle – hoping people will drop the lab but not being afraid to kick you out if that does not happen; and 2- advanced math (the kind Joshy did in 2nd grade) cannot be done by these free thinkers (the sum of all the lab class slots >= the number of in class slots: the backward Pac Man symbol messes them up every time, they only solve it as <= because it is like a happy face).

Popular posts from this blog

Dear Carly,

I assume that one day you will come to me wanting to know who you are, where you came from, where your other family is and why they gave you to us.  I offer you little bits of information already, but certainly not crumbs enough to satisfy the appetite.  Perhaps it won't matter to you.  I am assuming a lot, already, about how adoption will impact your life.

People often wonder why adoptive parents are hurt when their children seek out biological roots.  I have the answer, and it's very simple.  Adoption - at its core - makes us question the legality, authority, voracity, and validity of parenthood.  For most adoptive parents, first you must come to terms with an issue that strikes at the foundations of mortality: fertility.  From birth, most of us are driven to form families.  First we are nestlings, nurtured and weened and eventually taught to fly.  Then we are nest-builders, filling our lives with the stuff necessary to drive life forward.  Knowledge, safety, money, a sturdy …

On being away from home and turning sixteen: a letter to my son

Dear Josh,

I missed your sixteenth birthday.  I'm sure you recall - or maybe it wasn't so bad because you spent the whole day with your friend watching movies.  Godzilla and Guardians of the Galaxy, you've said.  It's no surprise to me that Godzilla was your favorite of the two.  That atomic green monster holds a special place in your heart.

It was very difficult for me to be away from you when you crossed this threshold in your life.  I remember turning sixteen, being sixteen, and wondering when I would feel like I was actually sixteen.  When I was sixteen, I went and found my first job, I started driving myself around, and I pretty much felt like I was in the wrong skin.  I'm only now, at 37, beginning to feel in the right skin.  Or at least comfortable with the skin I'm in.  But you - well, you don't seem to have a problem being you.  I can't explain how very happy that makes me feel, how very reassured.  Because it can be really hard not to like you…

Hello? Is it me you're looking for?

You know when you see someone again and it's been, like, forever, and you're not really even sure that you're getting their name right and you wonder WHAT on EARTH they've done to their hair/face/body/children and you can't quite find the right words to fill the gap between time and space?
My second year of teaching is just beginning - and isn't that a wonder?  Last year...let's just say, we all survived.  Last year involved:
- Commuting home (2 hours, one way) almost every weekend - The kids and I here (in Espanola, where I teach) while Eric stayed in Edgewood - Putting our (still for sale) house on the market - Two semesters of Master's classes (what was I thinking??? on the up side, I only have 1 semester left and I am DONE.  D. O. N. E.) - Saturday's spent in professional development - My first ever "work trip" to San Diego 
And this year:
- Josh is a Senior (whuuuut!) - Carly started 5th grade - We all live here in Espanola (double WH…