Saturday morning and not waking up to an alarm. There's nothing like it. Sunday is not as lovely because there is the spectre of grading and getting ready for the week. But Saturday morning . . . mmm.
Last week was tough. I had a big IEP and prepped for another that got cancelled. I had to wrangle with the new psych who is dealing with overdue tris that were dumped on us. I have two IEPs next week. Then there is the daily stuff. The nurse came by to see one of my students who has a baby (and to vision and hearing test someone else's student.) My student did not show up, so the nurse called her using my phone. Their convo was painful to hear. The nurse was not supportive. She just sounded like a white outsider prying into my student's business. I could hear the student hesitating to tell her stuff. The nurse had to ask five or six questions before the student fessed up that the baby daddy is in prison. Yuck. Plus the nurse was just generally rude to us during her visit.
We had a sub for one of the teachers in our suite who apparently is on the verboten list, but the teacher who called him didn't know. He is 82 and told the students all about his prostate. A staff person came over without making an appt to train me on CAHSEE administration, which I don't need, and my principal would not get off the phone, so both were talking at the same time. A school one of my students is being moved to wants me to test him before he goes. My principal says no. And so on.
This is the shit I hate. Just let me just teach.
Today it's Saturday, and my roommates are off at some trans weekend having a wonderful time. So I have quiet and peace and I woke up to no alarm.
