Monday, Monday, dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah.
I wish I could sing that tune with the same romantic wistfulness as the Beatles. But no, my Monday, were it musically anthologized, would sound more like Tupac rapping about injustices mixed with a little discombobulated technobeat, finished with a flair of good old fashioned emo whining angst.
I had a sub Friday. This never bodes well for a Monday. But particular not today’s Monday.
Oh, by the way, warning: this is a rant blog. So, if you don’t want to read my Monday rant, stop reading now. I thought I’d at least give you that as a consideration (considerate being something I wish had come to mind to some other folks, but I’ll save that for later).
So, I should’ve known the day would be rocky when at 6:50am the line for the Starbucks drive-thru was already 7 cars long. 6:50!!!!!! This is an ungodly hour, folks, why are so many of us awake?!
Anyways, I, in my stupidity last week, chose to use an abundance of technology in my classroom on the Monday following a sub. Fail on my part. I scrambled to walk in and go through my sub notes, only to find out that the teacher who covered my 5th period chose to a.) come to my class 20 minutes late, b.) look only on my podium for my lesson plans (HEllO, they’re on my desk, duh!) and c.) not give my kids the test they needed to take or collect their very important homework. Wow. Colleauge fail. Thanks for having my back, dude. This is why being sick is risky business, folks.
Anyways, amidst my frustration in that moment, my lovely TA Bri thankfully came to class early and helped me set up the laptop cart I procured for my sophomores to use today in setting up their works cited page (yes, we are doing a research project in the last month of school, I’m that awesome of a teacher!)
My RUSD laptop, that I finally got for the specific purpose of being able to get wireless internet in my internet-troubled classroom, failed me. A quarter of the laptops that showed up in my room also failed me. First period and I spent at least half of class trying to get those darn things to work. When I finally got around to showing them how to use the online bibliography tool, they were gone. Mentally gone. It doesn’t take long for sophomores, trust me. And of course, somewhere in all this, the special ed teacher informs me I need to make an appearance at an IEP meeting for just a few minutes. She’ll watch my class for me.
Any other interruptions? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller??
Second period was a little better, although still, they can’t listen for the life of them. I know I’m a talker, but really, I’m showing you how to do this thing for you, not me. I’ve done a freakin’ six page works cited page and a 30 plus page lit review which is basically an annotated bibliography on crack, so look 16 year olds, shut your pie holes and listsen to the master try and educate you, will ya???!
Third period? Yea, more of the same.
Fourth period. Yes, as you can see, my day is run by periods. 54 minute blocks of time. I could measure my life out in them in the same way Prufrock measures his life out in coffee spoons. Oh, but do I dare? And do I dare?
Ok, sorry, random moment of literary stream of consciousness. Back to the rant, I mean ranch…
Fourth period. Even though currently my kids’ newspaper budget cannot even cover the final printing costs of the last issue of the paper, none of them managed to procure an advertisement this week, despite my hemming and hollering on the issue last week. None of them. Welp, we’ll see how this goes.
Fifth period. Nuff said. Fifth period. I spent most of my prep period, following my charmin fifth period students, just trying to assemble the laptop cart so that things like cords and battery chargers weren’t splayed this way and that. After all, I would, I think? like to be able to use this technology again? I don’t know, maybe I should self-saboteuge.
PHEWW. The last twenty minutes have been productive at least. Managed to make some copies, do some print ups, and write tomorrow’s to-do list.
And tomorrow can’t be half as bad as today. After all, it’s Tuesday. One day closer to Friday.