Gosh – it wasn’t so very long ago I was feeling really rather proud of myself…I’d made all this space! And I really had – just a few days of extra work got me well ahead of the game so that instead of feeling like I was doggy-paddling out of breath in icy cold water, I felt a bit more like somewhere in the middle of a long, challenging jog.
At the high school all the teachers have their own personal cubbyhole. More often than not I can get updates about what the union’s got going on, which are of more or less no interest to a sub, so I use them to practice my articulation…progressives are wordy as hell. A few weeks back, though, I happened upon a letter from the Rectorat (school district) informing me that I had training in January.
“Oh, bah!” I moaned to a colleague. “Are we ever allowed to get out of these? It’s on a Friday! I teach 6 classes on Fridays!”