Day One Hundred Sixty-Three
Today was the scheduled remote learning day for the month: short classes for students, time to do non-instructional duties for teachers. One of those was writing a professional reflection, but it was nice out, so, first, Mrs. R, Mrs. S and I decided to have a “walking meeting” on the track to talk about what we planned to write. I decided I was going to be an overachiever, so mine’s a two-page essay complete with cited information (Mrs. Z actually replied “#overachiever” to the email I sent to share it with her, but it makes our department look good when I show off, so she approves).
During “class time” my World students finished up the assignment on modern conflicts in Africa that they’d been working on in previous classes, my GOV students submitted essay rough drafts, and I dashed off emails to the parents of any students who are currently failing.
Aaaaand then there was An Incident. Obviously, it happened off campus, but it’s going to impact life on campus. That’s about all I can say about it. Oof.
I did my best to shake it off because I’d made lunch plans with Mr. N. Track season eats my life in the spring, so I’d been neglecting my role as a mentor. We got sandwiches from the local deli and sat outside in the sunshine to eat and chat about how things have been going lately, which turned into a chat about how we’re old and don’t understand the kids’ slang anymore. I had to explain “simping” and “white knighting” to him, he’s young enough to understand what “stanning” is but too young to know it’s an Eminem reference, we both had too look up “cheugy,” and we both think it’s funny that outfits are called “fits” like the full word is just too long.
After that, I edited and commented on my GOV students’ essays, then went to track practice. I was a few minutes late, but since two of the sprinters are in GOV, I told The Head Coach that, technically, I was still helping our athletes. He chuckled at that, and we got on with some 150m repeats. We ended with a nice, long cool down stretch on the high jump apron, and now we’re all off to enjoy the weekend!
