Stream of consciousness

I miss writing here, and if I continue to let myself be pressured into waiting to post until I have time to write something I think is at the very least really good, then it just won’t happen.

So.

I’ve decided to try something else.  I’m just going to sit down each night and write for ten minutes.  It’ll be a lot like joining in with Heather at The Extraordinary Ordinary (blog name I wish I’d thought of first!) for her Just Write meme, but I’m going to do it every day until I get back in the habit.

So.

Here goes.

Today I woke up and worked.  Then I played and disciplined and sighed and cooked and straightened up with and around my guys.  Then I did a little more work, and after that?  I went to my classroom and worked some more.  And by “some more,” I mean for three hours.

Yesterday I began making a list of everything I could think of that I wanted to get done for work in the near future (defined as in the next week).  I starred everything I felt had to happen today.  The list covered both sides of a piece of paper.

Even after all that working, I still only did the stuff that was starred.

It is on a day like this that I remember why I stopped working to be home with Sebastian.  There is just so freaking much to do when you are a teacher, and the vast majority of it has to be done outside of the hours in which they actually pay us to be there.  Because in the hours in which they pay us to be there, we are focused on the actual teaching and not the grading and prepping and communicating with parents and meeting with colleagues.

So if I had more time to write than the ten minutes I started with, I’d move from this to talking about all the reasons why I support those Chicago teachers who demand reforms that actually help students, like not cramming 35 of them into the same 95 degree classroom.

But my ten minutes are up, so I’ll have to get up on my Teacher Soapbox tomorrow.

And so, good night.

Jessica