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Another Sunday, No Snippet
Apr. 10th, 2022 11:05 amThings are just going on. Most of our overseas staff will be back on campus this week. The science teacher is coming back with his family, including a child who is a darling little student of mine. Said child is in such trouble with their work, and while I'm sympathetic because I do get the pressures of high school and fully understand how anxeity affects a person's ability to complete tasks (yes, hi, I really get it!), I also can't just stop? We don't really do deadlines because our school has a "mastery learning" curriculum, and friends, in theory it is a good idea but in practice, the staff is NOT supported to properly carry it out and there are also just basic expectations tied to a diploma from an accredited school. At any rate, the student isn't punished for taking longer to complete things, but they also aren't excused from the work that comes in next. And when they lie about submitting work when I can look at the track changes on a document? I mean... okay, I'm not mad. Again, I get it. I get why kids lie when they feel backed into a corner. But the next unit still comes.
Anyway.
On an emotional level, this week sucked. My body is all whacky (is it stress? Covid-related aftermath? menopause? Something Worse? Who's to say??), the weather was cold and gray and snowy. When I went to the kindergarten class to volunteer, one of the angels shouted "Miss Debra is SO FAT!" Which is true, and also I understand littles have zero filters and teaching them filters is part of the deal, but still. Walking into a room and hearing that isn't great. And then the principal, trying to be kind and thankful that I was even volunteering, brought me a hugh fucking cinnamon roll the next day, when I was already feeling bad about my body (and had also bought myself a cinnamon roll for breakfast, so...) it just conspired to make me feel like shit.
Plus no job yet for next year.
Plus.
Plus.
Plus.
On the plus side, I have been reading more. I finished Sorcerer to the Crown by Zen Cho, The Good Immigrant: 26 Writers Reflect on America which is a book of essays, and The Girl from the Sea by Molly Knox Ostertag. I thoroughly enjoyed the Cho and wish I hadn't sent the sequel back to the US when I mailed things from England. I did skip one essay from the immigrant book because it was about colonization and genocide in South America, particularly Argentina, and while it was very interesting, given the news I have also been reading, you can understand why I had to just stop. I've been reading the book off and on for the last few months, and none of the essays are particularly happy, as you might imagine, but they are all important stories to hear. I've had TGFTS on my kindle for months and months. It's a sweet coming-of-age YA graphic novel with a sapphic romance. It's something I would definitely put in my classroom library. And it inspired me to go back to an original short story I was writing.
On the writing front, I haven't added anything new to the fic I was working on in over a week, and I just pecked away at the original story for a bit. I have a clear idea about the world, but the plot is eluding me. Kind of a problem lol.
Okay, that's enough for this Sunday. I'm going to catch up on grading because I have the mental bandwidth for it.
Anyway.
On an emotional level, this week sucked. My body is all whacky (is it stress? Covid-related aftermath? menopause? Something Worse? Who's to say??), the weather was cold and gray and snowy. When I went to the kindergarten class to volunteer, one of the angels shouted "Miss Debra is SO FAT!" Which is true, and also I understand littles have zero filters and teaching them filters is part of the deal, but still. Walking into a room and hearing that isn't great. And then the principal, trying to be kind and thankful that I was even volunteering, brought me a hugh fucking cinnamon roll the next day, when I was already feeling bad about my body (and had also bought myself a cinnamon roll for breakfast, so...) it just conspired to make me feel like shit.
Plus no job yet for next year.
Plus.
Plus.
Plus.
On the plus side, I have been reading more. I finished Sorcerer to the Crown by Zen Cho, The Good Immigrant: 26 Writers Reflect on America which is a book of essays, and The Girl from the Sea by Molly Knox Ostertag. I thoroughly enjoyed the Cho and wish I hadn't sent the sequel back to the US when I mailed things from England. I did skip one essay from the immigrant book because it was about colonization and genocide in South America, particularly Argentina, and while it was very interesting, given the news I have also been reading, you can understand why I had to just stop. I've been reading the book off and on for the last few months, and none of the essays are particularly happy, as you might imagine, but they are all important stories to hear. I've had TGFTS on my kindle for months and months. It's a sweet coming-of-age YA graphic novel with a sapphic romance. It's something I would definitely put in my classroom library. And it inspired me to go back to an original short story I was writing.
On the writing front, I haven't added anything new to the fic I was working on in over a week, and I just pecked away at the original story for a bit. I have a clear idea about the world, but the plot is eluding me. Kind of a problem lol.
Okay, that's enough for this Sunday. I'm going to catch up on grading because I have the mental bandwidth for it.
