"I'll teach you to jump on the wind's back, and away we go."
- Peter Pan
It is currently 68 degrees and sunny with just a slight breeze... pretty close to my ideal weather. I think I prefer a -bit- warmer (about 75 and sunny) but after a long and always annoying winter 68 feels like Heaven on earth!
All I want is to be outside right now, going for a walk and then just sitting in the sun, iced tea in hand, flip flips on my feet, t-shirt and shorts, hair pulled back... just relaxing. I've fantasized about this numerous times today, letting my mind wander as I stare out the open window, feeling the breeze flittering through, teasing me. Every time though, just before I give into that dream and run out there, arms flailing, screaming freedom at the top of my lungs, reality grabs me by the ear, tugging me backwards with cruel intensity. Why am I robbed of fulfilling my sweet daydream? Well, you see, I'm a teacher, and there's this -thing- that is always ruining my life!!
It is a large, heaping, ever growing MOUND of papers, just waiting to be graded. For those of you reading who even know me just a little a bit, you already know exactly why this pile is so huge.
Hi, my name is CA, and I'm a Procrastinator.
Now, I've improved -considerably- in this area as I've matured but in no way have I mastered the art of time management. If I am to be the heroin of my own story, then procrasitination is clearly my epic flaw. My Achilles Heal.
Usually Mondays are my "school work" days since I don't have to go into the school but I feel like it's a school day so I try to be as productive as possible on these days. I always underestimate how much working grading papers truly is! I think, oh, there are only three assignments to grade. Yes. Three assignments. For 150 students! That's 450 papers!!
And yes. I know by writing this entry right now, I am committing the very crime that got me into this trouble in the first place. I only justify this because A.) I promised my readers a post today and more importantly, B.) I have been working straight since 11am. Halfway done. Need a break. Deserve a break.
So, in a few minutes, I will not be going for a pleasant stroll through the neighborhood. I will not be kickin' back with a cool drink on comfy lawn furniture, sun kissing my face. Nope. In a few minutes, I will resume my painful duty of assessing my students' work and giving their efforts a number which can be recorded and later calculated into a numerical percentage which will quantify their acedemic success this past quarter.
One of these days, adults need to find a more effective way of communicating to children that they don't know how lucky they have it. I don't think "hey, sonny, you don't know how lucky you have it!" has been adequately absorped into the minds of the youth. Otherwise they would all refuse to grow up. They'd all just fly to the second star on the right and straight on till morning...
Maybe it's not too late late for me give that a try.
After, of course, I finish my work.
It is currently 68 degrees and sunny with just a slight breeze... pretty close to my ideal weather. I think I prefer a -bit- warmer (about 75 and sunny) but after a long and always annoying winter 68 feels like Heaven on earth!
All I want is to be outside right now, going for a walk and then just sitting in the sun, iced tea in hand, flip flips on my feet, t-shirt and shorts, hair pulled back... just relaxing. I've fantasized about this numerous times today, letting my mind wander as I stare out the open window, feeling the breeze flittering through, teasing me. Every time though, just before I give into that dream and run out there, arms flailing, screaming freedom at the top of my lungs, reality grabs me by the ear, tugging me backwards with cruel intensity. Why am I robbed of fulfilling my sweet daydream? Well, you see, I'm a teacher, and there's this -thing- that is always ruining my life!!
It is a large, heaping, ever growing MOUND of papers, just waiting to be graded. For those of you reading who even know me just a little a bit, you already know exactly why this pile is so huge.
Hi, my name is CA, and I'm a Procrastinator.
Now, I've improved -considerably- in this area as I've matured but in no way have I mastered the art of time management. If I am to be the heroin of my own story, then procrasitination is clearly my epic flaw. My Achilles Heal.
Usually Mondays are my "school work" days since I don't have to go into the school but I feel like it's a school day so I try to be as productive as possible on these days. I always underestimate how much working grading papers truly is! I think, oh, there are only three assignments to grade. Yes. Three assignments. For 150 students! That's 450 papers!!
And yes. I know by writing this entry right now, I am committing the very crime that got me into this trouble in the first place. I only justify this because A.) I promised my readers a post today and more importantly, B.) I have been working straight since 11am. Halfway done. Need a break. Deserve a break.
So, in a few minutes, I will not be going for a pleasant stroll through the neighborhood. I will not be kickin' back with a cool drink on comfy lawn furniture, sun kissing my face. Nope. In a few minutes, I will resume my painful duty of assessing my students' work and giving their efforts a number which can be recorded and later calculated into a numerical percentage which will quantify their acedemic success this past quarter.
One of these days, adults need to find a more effective way of communicating to children that they don't know how lucky they have it. I don't think "hey, sonny, you don't know how lucky you have it!" has been adequately absorped into the minds of the youth. Otherwise they would all refuse to grow up. They'd all just fly to the second star on the right and straight on till morning...
Maybe it's not too late late for me give that a try.
After, of course, I finish my work.
