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Exhausted


Exhausted
A never-ending ‘to do’ list swirling in my head
         PEPs
               PDP
                                    Self-Assessment
                         Emergency Lesson Plans
   AIMS
                                 Phone calls to parents
            Soccer Practice
                              Meetings
     Weekly Lesson Plans
                           Grading

Up too late
No time for
a phone call
playing with Patti
a book
cooking
cleaning
laundry

Working 15 hour days
anticipating the weekend
knowing it will be spent
       writing upcoming plans for the classroom

Tropical Storm Nicole providing relief
A late start to the day for students
Same start for me
A few hours to cross things off the list
Knowing they will be replaced by more
Wondering if I will ever catch up

I am ready
for the solace that arrives with the students
Smiles
Hugs
Enthusiasm
A kind word
Energy
Excitement
Giving me what I need to attack the list once again.

Comments

  1. AnonymousSeptember 30, 2010 at 10:28 AM

    Hang in there Mandie. Good time to teach Pattie to do laundry and some of the cooking--will make her feel useful too. Love you. Marguerite

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