Ah... Back at work. Again.
I'm not expecting any sympathy here. I know full well how lucky I am getting holidays to write/read/drink/stroke my Disco Kettle (and no, that's not a euphemism). But even so. Mondays are Mondays and the first Monday in a while is a shock to the system.
This Monday is still going on, a full 24 hours after it started.
Increasingly my Mondays last for days.
Increasingly my Mondays are tougher to get through.
Increasingly my Mondays are creeping into my weekends now. A long, slow recovery from the previous week. A sinking, heavy feeling in my chest at the prospect of the week to come.
I am dropping monkeys.
Monkey blood on the walls. No ice-cream in sight...
For example. A meeting on Monday. At 8:30. In the morning. A Breakfast meeting. No bacon provided. No toast. No cereals or pastries. No coffee.
At least not for me.
Boss: You haven't yet passed on your detailed, lesson by lesson, homework by homework, plan of action for the whole of the year.
Me: I know.
Boss: (not smiling, silent, tapping pen against her clipboard. Yes. Clipboard.)
Me: I have a vague overview you can have, and I have a list of assessments with deadlines. How's that?
Boss: Not detailed enough. Why isn't it done?
Me: Because I've been teaching it.
Me: And marking (lies lies lies).
Me: And then planning on how best to build on what we've done, or how to approach tricky bits in new ways.
Boss: Well I think your priorities need thinking about.
Me: So not the teaching bit?
Boss: No. I want your paperwork done.
Monkey bleeds on floral carpet.
So there you go. Teaching: It's all about the paperwork.
And after I'd done so well smuggling my piles of paperwork out to the recycling bins undercover of darkness. Buggah.
Ah well. At least I'm making good use of my time now eh? As we speak I'm training up my Marking Year 7 Student (now year 8, and progressing well into planning and form filling out) to write schemes of work.
It's longer, I admit, in the short term. The training and support needed to train a 12 year old to write complex and detailed schemes of work, but hey. That's what I do. I teach. Besides, it'll be worth it in the long run.
Right. So. Almost lesson 4. Where's me Monkeys gone?
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