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It’s That Sunday Update
Nov. 21st, 2021 11:45 amHappy Sunday, Friends! I am feeling (you guessed it) a little grumpy about the week ahead. We have two Professional Development Days this week, and while I love learning and want to be better at my job, the way things are structured now means we waste so much time. We are required to have 24 hours of PD a year (3 days spread throughout the year). Based on this current model and the way they schedule things, we actually get maybe 18 hours of useful stuff? I have really appreciated when we get time for important school-wide tasks. For example, this year we are going through re-accreditation, so we have to meet to work on tasks related to that, and we get chunks of time during PD for that. AWESOME! But that leaves 6 hours wasted (unless we’re allowed work time in our classrooms). This week, we have to spend two hours in mandatory, team-building funtivities. We get to choose between yoga, Zumba, kickboxing, volleyball, basketball, or taking a walk in the park. While this is nice in theory, we weren’t given a choice to opt out and catch up on grading or planning or one of the hundred other duties we are expected to shoehorn in around teaching (I do not work on weekends or after school unless it is an emergency, like quickly prepping to go online). Also, admin was very clear that we had to be TOGETHER for these activities, but we also have to be safe and socially distant. And we literally just had to close down the high school for distance learning due to a positive covid case. But yes, this is all for WELLNESS.
Then I griped about it on Facebook to a coworker who is friends with the boss (I am not — I believe in boundaries), and he saw it and got all upset and was like “We gave you the chance to give input and you gave NONE.” And I wanted to be like, “Dude, I spent 40 minutes writing up ideas for our PLC groups. Surely one of those could have fit for PD. Also. COVID.” But instead, I deleted all my coworkers from FB and learned my lesson to just whine on Twitter, where I *think* only two people I follow/who follow me I’ve met IRL. Soon to be three after Christmas break if all goes well!
ANYWAY. Writing continues. I finished my Lotus Blossom wrap (which I call as a SangCheng item because it’s fan lace pattern and the color way is, y’know, lotus blossom. ( Read more... )
On the subject of writing, today is Jin Ling’s birthday, and I’ll admit to being slightly self-conscious about knowing this because of some stupid tumblr post I saw about people celebrating fictional character’s birthdays being a little pathetic, but then I remember the second part of the post, which is basically F that noise, so for today’s snippet, here is a little bit of birthday love for the Lemon Boy.
The walk to the practice field takes longer than usual because Jin Ling has to stop every few meters to examine Nature. He demands Zixuan’s phone to take pictures of a fallen cluster of red berries and a cluster of mushrooms that has sprouted on a rotting log. He makes Zixuan take photos of red-breasted bull finches and the spooky hooded crows who make their home in Lanling. They lose ten minutes watching the slow progress of a colony of ants carrying the pieces of a wasp across their path and another when Jin Ling insists on helping a snail he declares to be named “Chrysanthemum” up the side of a broken tree branch. Zixuan sneaks a few photos of his son and his vibrant golden windbreaker in sharp relief of the gray-green autumn woods to send to Yanli later. And though Zixuan is grateful that Jin Ling’s teachers are inspiring curiosity and wonder in his precious son, he does have plans, so he allows himself a little sigh of relief when they finally reach the field.
Then I griped about it on Facebook to a coworker who is friends with the boss (I am not — I believe in boundaries), and he saw it and got all upset and was like “We gave you the chance to give input and you gave NONE.” And I wanted to be like, “Dude, I spent 40 minutes writing up ideas for our PLC groups. Surely one of those could have fit for PD. Also. COVID.” But instead, I deleted all my coworkers from FB and learned my lesson to just whine on Twitter, where I *think* only two people I follow/who follow me I’ve met IRL. Soon to be three after Christmas break if all goes well!
ANYWAY. Writing continues. I finished my Lotus Blossom wrap (which I call as a SangCheng item because it’s fan lace pattern and the color way is, y’know, lotus blossom. ( Read more... )
On the subject of writing, today is Jin Ling’s birthday, and I’ll admit to being slightly self-conscious about knowing this because of some stupid tumblr post I saw about people celebrating fictional character’s birthdays being a little pathetic, but then I remember the second part of the post, which is basically F that noise, so for today’s snippet, here is a little bit of birthday love for the Lemon Boy.
The walk to the practice field takes longer than usual because Jin Ling has to stop every few meters to examine Nature. He demands Zixuan’s phone to take pictures of a fallen cluster of red berries and a cluster of mushrooms that has sprouted on a rotting log. He makes Zixuan take photos of red-breasted bull finches and the spooky hooded crows who make their home in Lanling. They lose ten minutes watching the slow progress of a colony of ants carrying the pieces of a wasp across their path and another when Jin Ling insists on helping a snail he declares to be named “Chrysanthemum” up the side of a broken tree branch. Zixuan sneaks a few photos of his son and his vibrant golden windbreaker in sharp relief of the gray-green autumn woods to send to Yanli later. And though Zixuan is grateful that Jin Ling’s teachers are inspiring curiosity and wonder in his precious son, he does have plans, so he allows himself a little sigh of relief when they finally reach the field.
