so, i’ve been a little depressed this week. this year seemed to be going great, but i’ve just had a down week. i think several factors are contributing.
first, i’ve had a lot of stress this year, what with being sick right at the beginning of the year, mom being in the hospital, having to totally rewrite lesson plans because we have new books, having more responsibilities than ever before. the stress is frankly burying me.
on the other hand, i have kept graded papers more up to date than usual. i still haven’t gotten into a habit of actually passing them back in a timely manner, but they are graded. one step in the way of progress at a time. so when someone made a comment about my grading of papers (with an attitude i might add that implied bad teacher vibes, which always tends to send me into a rage), i reasonably felt a bit like screaming.
this actually ties in with another problem. i’ve spent so much time since the beginning of school (around august 14th really) making sure my lesson plans were done, getting papers graded, fulfilling all my responsibilities, and trying to stay positive even when students make me want to scream, that i have had not much “me” time at all. heck, i don’t even know what that is anymore. it’s a foreign concept. right along with sleep. what are those, anyway? i think the latter is something i do while drooling over a half graded paper late at night.
so when students start to misbehave (which they do nearly every day, that’s not the bad part), and then get an attitude about their misbehavior, and disrespectully refuse SHUT UP while i am trying teach, start class, read directions which then have to be repeated 7 times (yes, i counted yesterday), and then act offended when i don’t want to listen to their story about their uncle jed, which they decided to tell despite the fact that i intentionally did not call on their waving hand because i knew where this would be going, and then they decided to SHOUT it out anyway while i am in the MIDDLE of giving notes, like i should even care about their story when they have interrupted me and refused to listen to me first, or when particular students in a particular period decide that they will have their own little social hour and then whine about their grades because they didn’t understand, suprise suprise, after NOT LISTENING TO ANYTHING I SAID, i guess you can see where i might be a little depressed/angry/feel utterly worthless and ineffective, having devoted pretty much 99.9% of my time to people who, this week i feel, have completed disregarded and disrepected me.
clearly, i need a mental health day. bad. but i can’t take a day off right now because i’ve already been out too many times from being sick and helping my mom, and then i’m going to be out again in october to go to a conference. it just wouldn’t be the responsible and professional thing to take another day off just to chill out. so, dutiful, dependable, and responsible person that i am, i just suck it up, and go anyway.
instead, i’ve decided that i WILL NOT do any school related work this weekend. i’m going to fernindina to a fiesta de something with a few other teachers that have a good sense of humor, and am going to walk on my treadmill until the rage has gone away
and then on monday, i’m laying down the law. mean sheldon will be making a temporary come back because clearly nice sheldon is easily taken advantage of. (and yes, i know i ended that sentence with a preposition. go grammar check someone else’s deluge of rage unless you want me to direct mine at you.)
i feel marginally better now. time for that treadmill.
(o, and as a complete sidenote, but probably also a contributor to my sadness, i really miss last year’s spanish 2′s. bad.. the other day, i was walking to my room from the office, and was passing the hallway in the science building, where the seniors hung out last year before school, and i felt a little pang because there were these people i didn’t recognize there. and then i missed everyone.)
(disclaimer: i do not think my students this year are bad, although there has been some bad behavior this week. in general, all but one class is very good natured, and even in that class it is just a handful that are very much not, but it seems like all the bad behaviors start rolling out the week before homecoming and then just keep rolling until it happens. it’s the sense of entitlement from students that misbehave that bothers me most. like they are entitled to just do what they please and i should just buzz off. i do believe my feelings have been hurt this week and i just need to vent.)