10.28.07
Go Becky! It’s your birthday!
Well, it was at least my birthday party.
I have been uberproductive this weekend. Here’s the rundown:
Saturday: worked out, cleaned the house, did laundry, got haircuts, ate Panda for lunch, went shopping for Halloween-ness, carved pumpkins, visited with dad, made dinner, planned the week’s meals, went grocery shopping.
Sunday: worked out (two days in a row! Go me!), went to church, went to Trader Joe’s (that place fills me with joy! You should try their spicy cider), went to family birthday party for my cousin and me, enjoyed the merriment, returned home and actually did my school to-do list of planning, emailing parents, and writing a letter to parents in English and Spanish.
That’s why I rock my socks. Sorry for the gloating. No, actually, I’m not that sorry. If it bothers you, just skim next time.
This at school week went better. Though I had meetings coming out of my ears (one every day, the earliest I was done was 4:30, one day I was double booked), the card system has proven quite effective. The students are now full of the fear of Becky, as well they should be.
I discovered something about myself this weekend. Two things, actually, but both about my level of job satisfaction. One is that I hate to work on weekends, and it makes me resent my job for taking up “my” time. This week I’m going to try to work smart during the week so I don’t have to do too much during the weekend. With report cards coming up, we’ll see how that goes. The other thing I learned has to do with administration. I seem to do better when the administration thinks the teachers are awesome as they are–it makes me want to do better just to rock that much more. At my current school, the focus is on constant improvement. Now, I’m all for constant improvement, but I’d rather do it because I want to, not because I’m expected to. It almost feels like the message is “You’re not good enough right now, you must get better.” They’d never say that, but it’s how I feel. I’m not sure what to do with my realization, other than recognize that it’s how I feel, not how they feel (I hope).
Hopefully the post right above or below this one will be Jamie’s pictures of our carved pumpkins! Whee!
