I submitted my final grades last Friday in anticipation of them being due this Friday. I knew I wasn't taking anything else and everyone was going to pass for the year. It was fine.
We were also officially unofficially told what we're teaching next year so, while we wait for that to be publicized, I am excited about next year and what my counterpart and I will be able to do with the groups of students that we will potentially have for two years. We'll teach them how to write in AP Modern World and then polish those skills in AP U.S. the following year. We'll be a two person team for sophomores and have half of the APUSH classes (with the other half divided among two new-to-us teachers). We're supposed to attend a summer institute together to help us plan how to introduce those skills and content to build on it the following year. I'm excited. Yeah, I know. I'm a nerd.
I'm also officially enrolled for the fall to begin my MA in History. I'm weirdly excited about the seemingly overwhelming book list...I suppose because it will keep me busy enough to not notice that I am all by myself. Everyone (read: moms who are overworked and exhausted) thinks it sounds like a dream. I'm here to tell you that it's isolating and lonely. I miss my own boys daily and I miss my school kids who fill those voids, Monday-Friday anyway, a whole lot, too. And I already know what you're going to say...I should get a dog (I'm not sure I'm home enough, quarantine time excluded) or a boyfriend (I hear I'm somewhat intimidating).
I would love to get a dog but it would be selfish of me and unfair to the pup. I'll just borrow one or claim someone else's when I need a canine fix. I would consider dating but man...just trying to wrap my brain around starting that process is something that makes me not want to do it. I'm not a fan of online dating. I won't do it. I've always said if I can't meet someone on my own: at the grocery store (total cliche, I know), or the ball fields (sadly, no longer a thing), or the library, or SOMETHING then I'm not sure I want to. An organic meeting is so much better to me than "selling" some version of yourself on an online forum. Is it accurate? Who knows. But I am always unapologetically me and I see a lot of people who meet someone on a dating website only to find out that the real life version is far from the profile version that made them swipe right or whatever the hell it is that's "in" at the moment. Maybe I've already met him. Maybe I never will. How's that for optimism and pessimism all at once? The guys at work are rubbing off on me.
Speaking of the guys at work...they went to school early in the week to shut down their rooms for the summer. Well, one of them did. The other one doesn't have a room (sore subject so moving on) but went for moral support (I guess). They checked my room on Monday and reported back that my room had not been touched. Other rooms in other parts of the building were broken down by custodial staff in a way that made people lose their possessions and I was concerned. They knew that was happening so they checked for me, a kind gesture, no doubt. Truth be told, they were hoping to find a dead rodent with a half-eaten Snickers hanging out of its mouth but they were disappointed. As the "Social Studies Team Mom" (which I hear is an affectionate nickname/title, allegedly) I have snacks and supplies and pretty much everything. They can walk in and say, "Hey, do you have a..." and I'm already holding whatever it is out to them to take. It's all part of the service.
When I walked in on Thursday, my designated day, I found my room in a state of utter chaos with everything torn down off the walls and shoved into the middle of the room. While most of my stuff was present and accounted for, the haphazard way my belongings were treated was really frustrating. My Betsy Ross flag, for example, was wadded up on the floor under a chair. My large coloring poster (coloring reduces stress but the kids were afraid to color on it for the LONGEST TIME) was pulled off the wall, as were some wall stickers that "they" decided to stick to my poster. FRUSTRATING. Also, one of my rugs was missing. It was a rug most people always tripped over (no shortage of hilarity there because nobody was ever actually injured) but it was still mine and I paid for it. I sent a picture to the guys and then we discussed how nobody has any respect and we should've just all gone together. This is a huge statement for so many reasons but mostly because it made me realize that we are a unit, a group. I mean, I've known that for a while but this solidified it.
So today when I was excitedly talking about my day date tomorrow with my work bestie and her boys, it cracked me up when one of them asked me if I was sure Homegoods was open because he thought he might go get some candles (to help disguise the puppy smell that sometimes happens) I opened my mouth to ask what kind of smells he liked and he willingly supplied the information without me even having to ask...so tomorrow, while we're sniffing candles, I will also be sniffing with him in mind because we have similar candle tastes.
Isn't that just precious?
Aubs
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