On Tuesday, I contemplated doing something more productive. Instead, my dad and I went to dinner at Innjoy and talked about how I'd asked for money for this Australia conference that I want to go to in January. God only knows if the school will give money to me--and if they'd even allow me to go to Israel following that [they fund trips to Israel for teachers so that we can learn about culture in a Jewish Day school environment]. But, we had some food, talked and then I went home and, as usual, didn't grade.
Wednesday, I had a good day at work but was frustrated because some of the teaching staff enjoys staying here extremely late. I don't know if it's a sign of dedication or inefficiency. Granted, the "team leader" has much more to do in any given day than I do, but, I still feel a little bit like other people judge me for not being here late at night. It's not my responsibility to do so. I love my job--I find some reason every day to leave smiling--but, I don't get paid to be here until 10 at night every night. It's fine, but I just don't. So on Wednesday, I busted out of here with ML [the 5th grade intern] and MD [my carpooler and fellow new teacher] and we went out to dinner and picked up MD's new tv. We had a great time sharing a couple of bottles of wine and simply relaxing together. It was great.
Thursday, I met with an old friend from the Sorority and did (a little bit of) grading. But, it was a loooong day. Today, however, is stressful because it's the big Shabbat lunch [I get very nervous because I don't know the blessings or anything like that and have to lead a table of little kiddies] a
nd so much to pack in before we finish up the day. But, I am wearing new wool pants because it's cold as all heck outside. Today, I'll end up picking my dad up at work and hanging out with my parents tonight. [And watching the new "Office" episode because I missed it being out to dinner last night]. And of course, this weekend, I'm getting my hair dyed and hanging out with ANR. It's good to be busy; I've almost not missed CA to the point of explosion. Notice I say almost though.It's been a good week though. The 5th graders were really excited about reading Chapter 6 of the book we're reading, In The Year of the Boar and Jackie Robinson, because they're getting to talk about baseball together and there's a hilarious part where the Chinese immigrant [about whom the book is written] recites the pledge of allegiance. She recites it as "I pledge a lesson to the frog of the United States of America. And to the wee puppet for witches' hands, One Asian, in the vestibule, with just tea and sweet rice for all." The kids loved it and then we broke down the real pledge and talked about what it means and why, if Shirley understood the real meaning of the pledge, it would help her understand why she had to come to America. It was great. But today, it's Friday and I feel like we're not going to get anything done.
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