I’ve been waking up at 7:30 now because I have morning tutoring classes from 9:30-12:30. They are a couple of high school students from Canada who are back for their summer vacations. I’ve been experiencing the 9-5 (ish) workday (except my hours are a bit longer) and, suffice to say, I’m not thrilled. It’s going to be really hard when I go back to a regular day job.
Because I’ve been up so early, I’m a bit cranky when I get to my afternoon classes. With all the talking, they drive me up the wall so I’ve been assigning work after work. With my second graders, it’s usually funner things like making posters or booklets. However, with my fifth graders, I’m merciless, and I make them do sentences. Right now, they’re stuck on singular and plural possessive nouns and still need help with subjects and predicates, so I’m adding extra work along with our curriculum. I’m a perfectionist, so I demand perfection from my students. Ok, maybe not perfection, but at least a basic understanding.
There are good days and bad days with teaching, like any other job. But when you’re having a bad day working in an office, you don’t get something like this shyly sneaked into your bag and a whisper to “Read it at home, ok, Teacher?”
After the past two weeks of constant rain, this was a rare time when the sun finally came out accompanied by some nice fluffy clouds.
Waiting in my empty classroom for classes to start.
Riding on the back of Michael’s cool orange scooter.
