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I put up the pics from last weekend's trip to the shutterfly link to the right. Not many were taken - they're mostly the CeCe pics I posted here before.
So, I called Dayton this morning. We decided when I was there that I should call each Saturday as a regular communication. I didn't have much to say - I'm thinking of Mrs. T's biscuits with Michele in a little bit, and the coffee hasn't kicked in yet. Plus, I just talked to him on Thursday, and when we're apart we've adjusted (out of necessity) to having less frequent communication patterns. He really wishes he were here. I do, too.
One of the things I find endearing about CeCe is that she always responds: "Yes." Not yeah or whatever or a grunt or umhm, but a clear, direct Yes. Fred has a great Yes, too. Hannah (the neighbor lady who loves me like a daughter, despite the fact that I've not really ever spoken to her) wanted to talk to me too, but the calling card ran out so I told him to extend my greetings.
I know that when I go back I will really appreciate the web of meaningful relationships, of people looking out for me. But now, it just feels confining. I don't want a web now, I just want my man. No, I just want our nuclear family. I've become re-Californicized, I guess. Not forever, not even for long, but for right now I'm not really wanting to establish more relationships with people who are eventually going to ask me for things.
Barring any unforeseen major expenses, I'm still on-track with my savings, so that I'll be able to live next year on what I save from this year even if I don't get fellowships. Things will be tight, but that's ok.
Sometimes I toy with returning to my school next year, but the administration is SO BAD. It's the worst I've ever encountered anywhere. For instance, next week they're kicking me out of my classroom for two days to give the high school exit exam to sophomores. Why me? Because they've always used that room. I have to haul 100 books plus my materials to another classroom - why not just give the test there? And sure, I'll bring it up, but I'll be shot down. I already pointed out that the tables are so wobbly as to interfere with testing and that was ignored (despite my repeated work orders and requests for new tables).
Far worse are the required starter activities each day - they are inappropriate and make no sense and test kids on things that I haven't taught (I'll do a short lesson on irony on Tuesday and foreshadowing on Thursday, but they'll be tested on dramatic monologue on Friday). I don't know what to do. If I refuse to do them, it will be a huge fight and I'll not get a good recommendation letter. I tried to just do them and not spend too much time, but they're too much for that - and either way it's about 2 hours of grading and inputting for me each week. I could make up my own, but that would be hours of work, and I'm not willing to do that. Sigh.
I still haven't heard back from profs about my exams, and they're in like 6 weeks. That stresses me out. Well, at least that means this weekend is almost clear for prospectus writing, though I do hope to make it to Jenny's party tonight. See how work things go.
OK, time to start my day, an hour after I woke. Yawn.
So, I called Dayton this morning. We decided when I was there that I should call each Saturday as a regular communication. I didn't have much to say - I'm thinking of Mrs. T's biscuits with Michele in a little bit, and the coffee hasn't kicked in yet. Plus, I just talked to him on Thursday, and when we're apart we've adjusted (out of necessity) to having less frequent communication patterns. He really wishes he were here. I do, too.
One of the things I find endearing about CeCe is that she always responds: "Yes." Not yeah or whatever or a grunt or umhm, but a clear, direct Yes. Fred has a great Yes, too. Hannah (the neighbor lady who loves me like a daughter, despite the fact that I've not really ever spoken to her) wanted to talk to me too, but the calling card ran out so I told him to extend my greetings.
I know that when I go back I will really appreciate the web of meaningful relationships, of people looking out for me. But now, it just feels confining. I don't want a web now, I just want my man. No, I just want our nuclear family. I've become re-Californicized, I guess. Not forever, not even for long, but for right now I'm not really wanting to establish more relationships with people who are eventually going to ask me for things.
Barring any unforeseen major expenses, I'm still on-track with my savings, so that I'll be able to live next year on what I save from this year even if I don't get fellowships. Things will be tight, but that's ok.
Sometimes I toy with returning to my school next year, but the administration is SO BAD. It's the worst I've ever encountered anywhere. For instance, next week they're kicking me out of my classroom for two days to give the high school exit exam to sophomores. Why me? Because they've always used that room. I have to haul 100 books plus my materials to another classroom - why not just give the test there? And sure, I'll bring it up, but I'll be shot down. I already pointed out that the tables are so wobbly as to interfere with testing and that was ignored (despite my repeated work orders and requests for new tables).
Far worse are the required starter activities each day - they are inappropriate and make no sense and test kids on things that I haven't taught (I'll do a short lesson on irony on Tuesday and foreshadowing on Thursday, but they'll be tested on dramatic monologue on Friday). I don't know what to do. If I refuse to do them, it will be a huge fight and I'll not get a good recommendation letter. I tried to just do them and not spend too much time, but they're too much for that - and either way it's about 2 hours of grading and inputting for me each week. I could make up my own, but that would be hours of work, and I'm not willing to do that. Sigh.
I still haven't heard back from profs about my exams, and they're in like 6 weeks. That stresses me out. Well, at least that means this weekend is almost clear for prospectus writing, though I do hope to make it to Jenny's party tonight. See how work things go.
OK, time to start my day, an hour after I woke. Yawn.
posted by NOLA at 7:33 AM
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