School did what it normally does and consumed my free time while leaving me exhausted.
I won't admit defeat, but I will admit that the past two weeks have been a little more of a juggling act. Between teaching, after school meetings, before school help, clocking field hockey games, PLG meetings, responding to student emails, and working my second job (...yeah, I have one of those too), I have barely found time for myself (I haven't missed a day of running though!).
And then Friday happened.
Friday was a normal day until the last block where energy was lacking and everyone wanted to go home. My fourth block class was acting more like students and less like monkeys (progress, small progress), so we were definitely hanging in there. But then another professional came into my room and wasn't so...professional. I still can't make good sense of the situation. It's not one that is worth getting into huge details about, because we all deal with school politics and other people, yet I still feel the need to say something. The thing is, this other professional is one who is regarded in a high light by my principal, making it intimidating to bring the issue to the table. I feel like I'm an elementary school kid weighing whether or not to "tattle".
This morning I am hoping to catch up with my principal, because whatever his personal view of us as people is, we are all professionals and the way that I was treated on Friday just.shouldn't.happen.
I have a voice and I have confidence, it takes a big push for me to use them with a higher source.
How do the rest of you manage things like this? I struggled with whether or not I should write about Friday, and decided that it was the best option mainly because I couldn't sleep last night. My hope is that no one reads this as a rant, because it isn't meant to be. It's meant to be a vague description of a problem and a cry for advice to the solution.
Professional issues aside, Friday forced me to take a step back. In the heat of the moment after school I went for a bike ride and a run to rid myself of the frustrated emotions, and then, instead of working all weekend (okay, I worked one shift at the second job), I played:
