Current mood:
exhausted I know some of you read this to hear about my Alaskan adventures. This has nothing to do with Alaska. It has everything to do with the awful day I just had (and a theory that I have been developing).
I have a theory. Tuesdays are quite possibly the worst days of the week. Every other day of the week has some sort of redeeming quality, but Tuesday just doesn't.
Monday: There are two ways to look at this one. On one hand, it gives you something to blame a bad attitude on. If you're grouchy, you can excuse it by saying, "It's Monday. Deal with it." On the other hand, Monday is a chance to start over. It's a clean slate; a new week to try again.
Tuesday: I'll get back to this one.
Wednesday: My mom always called this one "Hump Day." Not the most politically correct term, but it works. This day is halfway through the week. The weekend is almost in view. If you can make it through Wednesday, you're pretty much home-free. As an added bonus, this is the one day a week that I have prep time during the day because my kids go to a bicultural class with a different teacher for part of the afternoon.
Thursday: So close to the weekend. One can start making weekend plans and not worry about them getting messed up before the weekend actually gets here.
Friday: The unofficial start to the weekend. Casual day at (most) workplaces. Making sure the alarm is turned off before going to bed. For us, Friday is a minimum day for students, so they go home early and we don't have to worry about them. There are many things to love about Fridays.
Saturday and Sunday: Sleeping in. Hanging out. Not thinking about work for a few hours. Need I say more?!
Back to Tuesday. It's a simply horrible day. There's nothing to blame a bad attitude on. "It's Tuesday. Deal with it." It really just doesn't have the same ring as Monday does. It's too early to start looking forward to the weekend. The week stretches long before me.
Today was especially horrid. My classroom was about 60 degrees this morning. That is entirely too cold, but (like an idiot) I forgot to ask the janitor to turn the thermostat up as he came through vacuuming and taking out the trash. It's set for about 55 degrees, which probably explains the whole problem. The day went downhill from there. I had an outside activity planned for math, but there was a frigid wind blowing so we couldn't spend as much time outside as I would have liked (or had planned). Every time I turned around, somebody was hitting, kicking, or otherwise assaulting someone else. The kids stopped listening and started talking. I felt like I was talking to myself and/or talking over people for most of the day. To add insult to injury, the cold that I thought I had last week, I think is actually just really bad allergies, which means I'm not going to be feeling better any time soon. My sinuses were under so much pressure today that my entire face hurt. To sum up: I'm exhausted, my kids went deaf, I'm still really cold, and my face hurts. Not a redeemable day.
(Actually there were two redeemable moments, but they quickly got overshadowed by the rest of the day. The first one was before school. I was listening to music and trying to get the day planned, while battling a raging sinus headache. I happened to glance out the window and caught a view of a breathtaking sunrise. At that moment, Mark Schultz sang, "Remember Me, when the color of a sunset fills the sky." It gave me a couple seconds of pause remembering God before I remembered that I was actually on a mission to do something (but I couldn't remember what it was). The second moment was at the beginning of math. Only one student turned in her math homework and she said, "Of course, I did it. I love doing my homework! I love school! I love to learn!" The words of a seven-year-old. The rest of the day was awful.)
I have a theory. Tuesdays are quite possibly the worst days of the week. Every other day of the week has some sort of redeeming quality, but Tuesday just doesn't.
Monday: There are two ways to look at this one. On one hand, it gives you something to blame a bad attitude on. If you're grouchy, you can excuse it by saying, "It's Monday. Deal with it." On the other hand, Monday is a chance to start over. It's a clean slate; a new week to try again.
Tuesday: I'll get back to this one.
Wednesday: My mom always called this one "Hump Day." Not the most politically correct term, but it works. This day is halfway through the week. The weekend is almost in view. If you can make it through Wednesday, you're pretty much home-free. As an added bonus, this is the one day a week that I have prep time during the day because my kids go to a bicultural class with a different teacher for part of the afternoon.
Thursday: So close to the weekend. One can start making weekend plans and not worry about them getting messed up before the weekend actually gets here.
Friday: The unofficial start to the weekend. Casual day at (most) workplaces. Making sure the alarm is turned off before going to bed. For us, Friday is a minimum day for students, so they go home early and we don't have to worry about them. There are many things to love about Fridays.
Saturday and Sunday: Sleeping in. Hanging out. Not thinking about work for a few hours. Need I say more?!
Back to Tuesday. It's a simply horrible day. There's nothing to blame a bad attitude on. "It's Tuesday. Deal with it." It really just doesn't have the same ring as Monday does. It's too early to start looking forward to the weekend. The week stretches long before me.
Today was especially horrid. My classroom was about 60 degrees this morning. That is entirely too cold, but (like an idiot) I forgot to ask the janitor to turn the thermostat up as he came through vacuuming and taking out the trash. It's set for about 55 degrees, which probably explains the whole problem. The day went downhill from there. I had an outside activity planned for math, but there was a frigid wind blowing so we couldn't spend as much time outside as I would have liked (or had planned). Every time I turned around, somebody was hitting, kicking, or otherwise assaulting someone else. The kids stopped listening and started talking. I felt like I was talking to myself and/or talking over people for most of the day. To add insult to injury, the cold that I thought I had last week, I think is actually just really bad allergies, which means I'm not going to be feeling better any time soon. My sinuses were under so much pressure today that my entire face hurt. To sum up: I'm exhausted, my kids went deaf, I'm still really cold, and my face hurts. Not a redeemable day.
(Actually there were two redeemable moments, but they quickly got overshadowed by the rest of the day. The first one was before school. I was listening to music and trying to get the day planned, while battling a raging sinus headache. I happened to glance out the window and caught a view of a breathtaking sunrise. At that moment, Mark Schultz sang, "Remember Me, when the color of a sunset fills the sky." It gave me a couple seconds of pause remembering God before I remembered that I was actually on a mission to do something (but I couldn't remember what it was). The second moment was at the beginning of math. Only one student turned in her math homework and she said, "Of course, I did it. I love doing my homework! I love school! I love to learn!" The words of a seven-year-old. The rest of the day was awful.)
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