I'm Tired

Hello Blog World,

I'm tired. I'm tired of my job. I feel like I'm a sucky teacher lately. I'm behind on my Christmas shopping. I still have a lot to do. I haven't sent out or even written out any Christmas cards. I have difficulty waking up in the morning and for the first time in my career, last week, I had to call a fellow teacher to cover my class for 20 minutes until I got there. (It has happened one other time, but snow was to blame and not my sleeping in.) Three dumb boys had a lighter in my class yesterday during 8th period and wouldn't fess up to the smoke/burning smell. I've yet to hear from the administration on what the consequence was even though I've asked. A student who I haven't seen since September is still on my roles. A student who hasn't come since before Halloween because she had a baby is still on the roles and is failing every class because she isn't there. A girl in 4th period today was so disruptive I asked her to go step out in the hall. She said, "Oh good I have to go potty, anyway," ran out the door and never returned.

I convinced myself to take a half day off tomorrow. It was a great idea. I have 40 sick days to burn. It was a great idea . . . that is until I realized that I have to help the Freshman class officers get their Tree Festival tree set up tomorrow after school, I'll probably have a room full of kids again who don't understand quadratics and they have a test on it next week, and I told another teacher that I would give her a ride into the WVC to meet up with her husband so they can go to St. George for the weekend without him having to go back out to Tooele to get her . . . .ugh . . . is it Friday yet? Oh no. Saturday morning I have to be at the church between 7:30 and 8:00 a.m. to help in the kitchen for the ward breakfast. They asked all the people who "don't have to wrangle kiddles" to help out. James says he is refusing to go with me because he never gets to sleep in. Sorry! You're the EQ pres. now and I think that requires you to go to ward parties at 7:30 in the morning with your wife. Ha! You can wait until next week to sleep in!

Okay, I'm dumb venting now. Good night! Bye the way . . . spell check doesn't like the word "sucky" or "kiddles."