Burning

I am excited/horrified at the number of commitments I have made for my extra-curricular activities. Thrilled to be singing, learning repertoire, and getting ready to perform as I may be, I mourn the long-ago days of college when waking up to practice was about all I had to do. Back then there were no worries of ESOL, grading papers, or mortgage payments. Oh well, at least with the end of The Oliver Adventure I have a little more time to wiggle. I really wish I could be a 50% person, but I find that I throw myself into everything and expect the most , not satisfied when my performance doesn't reach the 100% of my expectations. I feel that way about my teaching too, though age and exhaustion (and maybe a little wisdom) have granted me the permission to exhale and assess the situation before I berate myself too badly. I can only do the most I can do with the conditions dealt to me. Anything more than that would require superpowers, and my cape never came in the mail. Funny... another teacher I know (like maybe, the BEST teacher I ever knew) must not have realized that they give us books, not capes. Yet somehow she can fly, and take the kids along with her, and still not miss a beat as a supermom back at home. Like me, I guess, feeling that 100% sometimes isn't enough.

300/365 Overload Tuesday

DTW, FCAT, PMA, A day B day, SDE SDR ETN DI RTI NCLB OMG. All I want is ZZZZZZs

224/365 Excuses, excuses

It's 10:41 PM, I'm in the hotel room, pooped, and I have no photo to document my day. I'm still wearing my presenter's uniform (professional dress that says I-teach-teachers-but-I'm-still-one- of-you) because I've been busy since the workday ended. I retrieved my email when I arrived back here and learned that I was chosen for a second interview for a local position that involves training teachers. I have been called in for 8:30 Friday morning for a panel interview and I was asked to deliver a 5 minute presentation on the topic of my choice. Now, I've been presenting FOR MY JOB for the last 9 years, but I was suddenly without a clue. I had nothing to present! Not in 5 minutes anyhow. And I'm not going to be daisy-fresh on Friday morning. If the Gods of Delta, Atlanta, and Air Traffic Control like me tomorrow, I'll be brushing my teeth and scratching the cat's neck by 1:30 AM. My date at the Schultz Center will be a mere 7 hours hence.

In short, the cat ate my homework, I lost it on the way to school, and that's why I don't have a good picture for today.