Category: complaining (Page 2 of 2)

Dry Sponge

I feel like a dry sponge lately. All I want to do is soak up stuff. I want to read, read, read, and watch cool movies, and listen to tons of music. I don’t have any juice to squeeze out onto the page. My blogging has been perfunctory (but I gotta keep the streak going!). My fiction writing is non-existent at the mo’ (no time). The notebook’s doing alright, but the notebook’s always doing alright (my one constant).

Can a person take a reading holiday? Is that allowed? Can I just spend a week doing nothing but soaking up words, and images, and music?

Maybe that wouldn’t help, though. It’s kinda hard to imagine a whole week of just downtime. I’m so used to getting up when the kids get up, making them breakfast, changing the diapers, refereeing the disputes, buzzing from kitchen to living room to bedroom to bathroom to help with whatever “crisis” is at hand. I’m not sure I could handle an entire week of sitting around and reading. I’m too conditioned for controlled chaos after six and a half years of raising children.

Still. It would nice to have a *bit* more time for reading. For getting lost in an album or two. For having a film noir double-feature on a Saturday afternoon.

I need more input time. It’s a constant refrain, I know. I’m always complaining about not getting enough input. But right now, I’m a dry sponge, crumbling into brittle fibers. I need to get dunked in a bucket of input. A good soak. A trip into the imagination.

Tired and Grumpy and Dreaming of Block Scheduling

Today is one of those days where I’m so burnt out I have nothing rattling around in my head. We returned to in-person teaching today, so part of my exhaustion is that I’m “out of shape” for the regular school day, having been teaching from home since mid-November (and on Christmas vacation for the past two weeks). What I liked about online school were the shorter days. My classes would only run to 2:00 p.m., giving me more time to get paperwork and grading done. It was a perfect schedule, and frankly, I wish we ran it for in-person school as well.

I was on a committee last year that recommended our school move to a block schedule (with the possibility of either a later start time or earlier dismissal), but the recommendation was not approved. Teaching virtually last spring and this November/December just reminded me of what could have been, re: block scheduling.

So now we’re back to these grueling days of seven 45-minute classes, from 7:45 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. (Full disclosure: I don’t teach the first two periods, so my day technically starts at 9:20 a.m., and even with that extra time, I STILL feel like the days are too long.) I know that some teachers worry that block scheduling will mean a lot of down time in their classes. Math and foreign language teachers, for instance, have a harder time filling those 75 or 90 minutes blocks of time. I get that. But there’s no rule that says each class has to be equal in length. Math classes can be 20 minutes of instruction with another 20 minutes for practice and/or extra help from the teacher. English, History, and Science can be longer, with 20 or 30 minutes of direct teaching followed by 60 minutes to work on projects, do experiments, and read/write/research. I know that in my own work, I’d much rather devote a good chunk of my day to one project or one pursuit, instead of switching every 45 minutes to something totally new.

Anyway, there are lots of ways to structure a school day, and it annoys me that most secondary and elementary educators aren’t trying to be more innovative in this area. Colleges have figured it out pretty well, making classes as long as they need to be. And yes, I understand why colleges have more freedom to do this than say a high school or middle school, but still. We seem stuck in a system that isn’t necessarily the best for learning, but we persist in it because making the change would be too hard or too different. Doing something radical is just, frankly, too radical.

This is all a preamble as to why I don’t have anything good to write about today. I’m too tired to think. Blogging in the evening after putting the kids to bed made sense in the more chillaxing “Christmas vacation” zone, but now that I’m back in the exhausting “in-person school” zone, maybe it’s not such a great time to write. The well is not only dry, it’s cracked and flaking and ready to crumble into dust. Alas!

Despite my brain-fog, I did manage to write these words and post something. The streak continues (for now).

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