Sunday, May 17, 2009

Spring Cleaning

This weekend was supposed to be relaxing: an opportunity to get my grades in order, to start packing my belongings, and to sit around and take in the Louisiana weather a final time before heading back north. Unfortunately, like many things in life, it didn't go quite as planned.

Maybe it was that raccoon that I ate. Maybe it was the catfish po boy. Maybe it was the margarita, beers, and tortilla chips and salsa from La Careta's. Or maybe it was the beer I drank at the Crescent (which included a conversation with a former Northwood employee who called the reading teacher "the most evil bitch she had ever met". She wasn't a fan of the principal either). Whatever it was, starting about 3 AM Saturday morning through today, I have spent a large portion of my time in the commode. I don't have an exact count, but I'll just say that the vast majority of my students couldn't count nearly that high. Not the kind of "Spring Cleaning" that I had imagined doing. I spent most of my Saturday lying in bed or sitting on the throne. Watched The Wrestler and Good Will Hunting before turning in early.

Today was supposed to be my day to catch up on my grades and do laundry. Instead, the science teacher asked us to "move her washer and dryer". I figured it would be a quick job, which would be done in an hour or less. Apparently, moving meant refitting all of the pipes and bringing in the new models and connecting them. We started at 11:15 and were there until 6:15. It wasn't hard work, just not at all how I wanted to spend my Sunday. It is now 7:30 and I just threw my laundry into the washer and will start finalizing my grades now.

I expect this week to be less work than the washer and dryer were today. Tomorrow will be important for one reason and one reason only: LEAP scores come back. After seeing the EOC scores, I am realistic as to how my students will do. It probably won't be pretty, and I don't expect miracles. I really have high hopes for two students (TB and Skinny Kid) and I think that if they passed their tests, I will feel really good.

Last week at NHS. Everybody loves going out on top.

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