The school year is in full swing. Free time is precious and in short supply. Each day I greet 115 sixteen to eighteen year-olds and try to capture their attention long enough to fill them full of literary, communication and writing knowledge. They bring their stories of when they went to bed (often in the wee hours of the morning), how they spent their days and weekends (texting, movies, hanging out, activities and the occasional bout of homework), and what's bugging them.
I like them. I like their stories. I like the teaching. I fear the grading.
The grading is what eats away free time. The other thing chewing away at the edges of free time is a class I need (one of two) to get recertified to teach. In Washington we call this the ProCert (Professional Certification). I must make a portfolio. Former students will smile with satisfaction after completing one so that they could graduate.
So I work during the days at school. Then I come home in the evenings and do homework and grade things. My own daughters require some attention mostly in the form of things they need to shop for (homecoming dresses, gifts, jeans that fit, etc.) or places they need to be driven. Occasionally they need a piece of advice.
Today is Saturday. I woke up ready to get to my homework and grading (a full recyclable grocery bag full), but first had a variety of household tasks to complete:
- Clean the shower
- Fold some laundry
- Meet the dryer repair guy
- Clean up the dryer area
- Make dinner in the crockpot...Sloppy Joes
- Sew straps on Mckenna's homecoming dress
- Sew purse for Mckenna's homecoming dress (this I added on and shouldn't have)
- Take Mckenna to friend's house
- Help move kayak
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