I’m trapped in the gym today…it’s club/organization picture day, and I was “suggested” as a candidate for yearbook sponsor in the later part of last school year. Of course, my initial response when asked was, Hell No! But I never said that aloud…to my boss (yeah, right…I’m snarky…not crazy).
Okay…so…before I start gripping about my newly appointed duties…allow me to (1) apologize for my EXTENDED hiatus, and (2) catch you all up on what’s been going on with me.
A. Not still teaching with Pollyanna Sunshine. I firmly informed my new department head that I’m a one-woman-show…no assistance needed! In fact, Pollyanna’s “help” crippled me and (more importantly) my class. I let my department head know that I did not want anymore collaborative teaching situations (whole “My Buddy and Me” thing creeps me out). I offered to keep the subject I was already teaching (American Literature – 11th), but instead I got British Literature…Seniors!!!! Yayyyyyy!
B. Got stuck with yearbook. I don’t know shit from shinola about a damn yearbook. The only thing I know about yearbooks is that the guy I had a crush on in high school, drew a picture of a penis in mine…and I had to do everything in my power to keep my very authoritarian mother from seeing that! Had she seen that, she would have demanded to speak to his parents immediately. My yearbook staff, while sweet kids, is inexperienced…kinda like having sex with a 40-year-old male virgin (throwing up in my mouth a little bit). They don’t know shit from shinola, too! We all make an interesting group. All I can say is that yearbook is stressful, and I’ve already had to decline a part-time adjunct teaching job I was offered.
C. Have high blood pressure. I never thought I would admit to having HBP…at 34! Perhaps the stress of my profession does not agree with me. Last year, I over did it. Last year I smoldered from within every time I came to work because I didn’t like co-teaching and I hated my 6th period class (damn delinquents…literally). I was teaching as an adjunct professor, two nights a week, at the community college in my neighborhood (which added another 15 miles to my already 32-mile-one-way trek to work). Also, I was pining away over an idiot asshole who did not care for me the way I cared for him. I could not just wake up and smell the bullshit.
D. Got accepted to the PhD program I applied for. This is a bitter-sweet situation. My student loans were in default…HEAVY default. I was under the impression that they were deferred because I filled out loan forgiveness paperwork, but it was for something entirely different than what I thought it was for. So…to make a long story longer…I had to defer my admission to Fall 2010 in order to fix my financial issues. Although the university is offering me a stipend ($1100 a month BEFORE taxes), free tuition, and medical…I would still need minimal loans to cover my personal expenses. However, I’m grateful for the offer and can’t wait to get started! It’s a PhD in Education (of course). The goal is to teach other teachers HOW to implement meaningful/authentic/germane teaching strategies in which to teach the new breed of people/situations we are being faced with in our classrooms.
So now we are all caught up! I look forward to posting my daily goings-on more often! 🙂