The week was only three days long, but it felt like 30. I still haven't gotten over my cold, which occasionally sits back on its haunches but often lashes out at my throat. I'll wake up, and feel fine, and then feel terrible by the late morning. It has kept me from sleeping at times, but has also kept me feeling exhausted. I've lost my voice and regained it. The congestion is never-ending. It's just crummy. And when I'm sick - even when I have a little cold like this - I become whiny. And it hasn't been severe enough to take a day off, although maybe I should have. It's just enough to make me feel miserable.
My reflection at the end of this week - which saw me finish the Odyssey unit, set to begin the Fences unit on Monday - is that I'm not being an effective teacher with my 9th graders. I'm too focused right now on covering stuff, and not on teaching skills. I'm being a great assigner, but not a great teacher. I read a line in my grad school text that sent chills down my spine, something about how classes that focus on content over skills do not effectively educate young people. I recognized myself in it, and, honestly, I have no idea what I'm going to do on Monday to correct it. I need this break and this reflection time.
I know I need to run off 135 copies of Fences sometime before that, and our copier keeps jamming and I'm actually considering bringing it to Kinko's and spending a few hundred dollars and having the kids bring me a couple bucks each for it. We'll see.
Sleeping eight hours tonight. Tomorrow, it's the Lions and tilapia (no tofurky this year), possibly at a friend's house, possibly just chilling here if I don't feel well enough. Either way, I'm excited about the down time.
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