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sorcyressBluhhhhhhhhh.
ToDo: Everything. I have a terrifyingly well organized list that doesn't actually make things seem less daunting. It uses bullet points, and sub-bullet points like a boss. Which is to say, badly, slightly arbitrarily, and in excess.
However! Some accomplishments for today!
I am feeling just...absolute emotional overload. I did not sit down and cry at any point today, even though I really wanted to. My earlier post about the classroom mouse was made a bit after class 2, while I was in my meeting. One of the students from class 3 (not my class) managed to catch the mouse in a Dunks cup (Massachusetts pride here) and brought it outside. Great! The problem is fixed! Very soon after lunch, the mouse returned and caused one of my tall sullen 17 year old boys to shriek and scramble onto his chair. So we had the "yep, there's a mouse" talk with that class, and the rest of teaching for class 4 was absolutely a wash.
I started class 5 with a very calm "there might be a mouse somewher--" "--it's right over there miss" and again one of my tall nice 17 year olds is folding himself up uncomfortably on his chair. This poor boy probably had the most actively phobic reaction of anyone in the class --he wasn't being dramatic all over the place, he was just tense as hell and didn't want to move his seat, even though he was near the mouse action, because it would mean touching the floor. (I feel for him, and at the earliest opportunity I could, I sent him to run an errand in a less-infested part of the building).
Class 6, last of the day, mouse didn't show up until halfway through, we got through most of the lesson, and then it decided to have a party which included SOMEHOW GETTING ONTO ONE OF THE TABLES THE FUCK YOU DOING MOUSE. Mice that can suddenly be on tables are EVEN WORSE THAN REGULAR MICE.
So accomplishment number one for today is that I didn't break down crying in any of my classes due to mice.
Accomplishments number two through...eight? Let's say eight, it feels like eight accomplishments is that I was generally collected, cool, and competent through all this Mouse Bullshit.
Accomplishment number nine is that I have not yet quit my job or gone shrieking to my boss to demand a new classroom.
Accomplishment number ten is that post-school and post-green club, I actually sat down at the computer and did all my dailies, which has _not_ been the usual thing to do. So I'm proud of myself for that, and trying to get back into the swing of it.
Accomplishment number eleven is that I also entered all the stuff I graded over the weekend and'd been too lazy to enter.
Accomplishment number twelve was going to Pokeworks for dinner. That's not really an accomplishment, more of a reward to myself for doing a year of words and not having a sobbing breakdown in front of my kids about mice.
Accomplishment number thirteen was some pokemon stuff with jere7my.
And accomplishment fourteen was managing, at dance even, to grade a bunch of stuff. Progress report grades are due this week, so I'm pushing hard to catch up --and in fact, 3/5 classes now have everything graded (except the week of participation and homework where I just stopped doing that for unknown reasons.) I need to enter those grades (and the cycle continues...) but I'm feeling pretty chuffed that they got graded.
And now it is time for me to go to sleep (in my own beddd!) and maybe manage to get seven! whole! hours! before I have to go to work again. Huzzahhhh*thumps*
~Sor
MOOP!
ToDo: Everything. I have a terrifyingly well organized list that doesn't actually make things seem less daunting. It uses bullet points, and sub-bullet points like a boss. Which is to say, badly, slightly arbitrarily, and in excess.
However! Some accomplishments for today!
I am feeling just...absolute emotional overload. I did not sit down and cry at any point today, even though I really wanted to. My earlier post about the classroom mouse was made a bit after class 2, while I was in my meeting. One of the students from class 3 (not my class) managed to catch the mouse in a Dunks cup (Massachusetts pride here) and brought it outside. Great! The problem is fixed! Very soon after lunch, the mouse returned and caused one of my tall sullen 17 year old boys to shriek and scramble onto his chair. So we had the "yep, there's a mouse" talk with that class, and the rest of teaching for class 4 was absolutely a wash.
I started class 5 with a very calm "there might be a mouse somewher--" "--it's right over there miss" and again one of my tall nice 17 year olds is folding himself up uncomfortably on his chair. This poor boy probably had the most actively phobic reaction of anyone in the class --he wasn't being dramatic all over the place, he was just tense as hell and didn't want to move his seat, even though he was near the mouse action, because it would mean touching the floor. (I feel for him, and at the earliest opportunity I could, I sent him to run an errand in a less-infested part of the building).
Class 6, last of the day, mouse didn't show up until halfway through, we got through most of the lesson, and then it decided to have a party which included SOMEHOW GETTING ONTO ONE OF THE TABLES THE FUCK YOU DOING MOUSE. Mice that can suddenly be on tables are EVEN WORSE THAN REGULAR MICE.
So accomplishment number one for today is that I didn't break down crying in any of my classes due to mice.
Accomplishments number two through...eight? Let's say eight, it feels like eight accomplishments is that I was generally collected, cool, and competent through all this Mouse Bullshit.
Accomplishment number nine is that I have not yet quit my job or gone shrieking to my boss to demand a new classroom.
Accomplishment number ten is that post-school and post-green club, I actually sat down at the computer and did all my dailies, which has _not_ been the usual thing to do. So I'm proud of myself for that, and trying to get back into the swing of it.
Accomplishment number eleven is that I also entered all the stuff I graded over the weekend and'd been too lazy to enter.
Accomplishment number twelve was going to Pokeworks for dinner. That's not really an accomplishment, more of a reward to myself for doing a year of words and not having a sobbing breakdown in front of my kids about mice.
Accomplishment number thirteen was some pokemon stuff with jere7my.
And accomplishment fourteen was managing, at dance even, to grade a bunch of stuff. Progress report grades are due this week, so I'm pushing hard to catch up --and in fact, 3/5 classes now have everything graded (except the week of participation and homework where I just stopped doing that for unknown reasons.) I need to enter those grades (and the cycle continues...) but I'm feeling pretty chuffed that they got graded.
And now it is time for me to go to sleep (in my own beddd!) and maybe manage to get seven! whole! hours! before I have to go to work again. Huzzahhhh*thumps*
~Sor
MOOP!
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on 2019-12-10 03:12 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2019-12-15 02:14 pm (UTC)I'm impressed you kept it together, given how it affects you. I hope they can figure out a solution soon. :-/