Taking on water

If I were a boat, I would be taking on water. Got offered a new teaching load and took it, even though it's going to be so much more work, I couldn't turn down the dream course I've wanted to teach forever--Journalism.

I started the day at 4:00 a.m. yesterday, answering email etc., then do laps around the school on my crutches--exhausted by the final bell, then race across town to a work meeting, which goes on until 7:30 p.m. My focus was not to cry from pain in front of everyone, as my feet should have been put up by 4:00 p.m. I had to crawl up the stairs when I got home; sobbed from pain for a while before finally being able to put my feet up. Relax for an hour, then it was a couple more hours of preparation before falling into bed.

The EAP magnet on the side of my filing cabinet comes to mind, but who has time to get "confidential help"? A colleague came by and showed me my name on a memo about trying to find me a better arrangement than three different classrooms for three classes, but I said to just take the item off the agenda that I would "cope". And, I am coping and the students are helping, I just don't want to put another teacher out of their room. Besides, I'm going on the assumption that at some point I will feel better again.

Well, that's all the time I have, I have grades to enter as I get ready to transition one of my classes to someone else.

Cat Out