We have a sub rotation schedule, and my turn comes up today. I'm teaching my friend's Rachel's class. The bad news is that I know exactly how to really teach it because it's 8th grade English, which I also teach and which we plan together. Do I get any grading done during the period? No, I do not. Do I engage in interesting discussion about Mayella Ewell? Yes, I guess I do.
Next is our department meeting. Turns out I've forgotten to sign up my classes for time with acclaimed poet Naomi Shihab Nye, who is visiting our school soon. Why oh why?!
Next is D period. My boss decides to do a pop-in observation. It's going to be boring, I tell him. I'm giving a quiz and then we're watching the first scenes of the film. Oh well, he shrugs. I haven't been here in awhile. He watches the silence. I feel compelled to circulate meaningfully and also add in a couple of discussion questions as a transition between quiz and film.
Lunch break! I race madly around getting ready for the afternoon. Later, I teach two sections of 7th grade, followed by a trip down to my friend Stacy's room to beg her to let me out of yearbook club for the day. GO, she says. God bless her. I spend the 30 minutes of tutorial period scribbling grades on mounds of papers.
One more section of 7th grade, and then I print out progress reports for pre-conferencing with the other teachers from 3:30-5:00.
5:35 - arrive 20 minutes late for Mac's tae kwon do class. Dress him in the car. Shef takes over at 6:00. 7:10 and I'm starving. Stop at LeeAn Chin and start shoving cheese puffs in my mouth on the way home. Don't judge.