As
it will soon become apparent, I can’t focus or write very coherently this week.
I admit that no one wants to hear any teaching ideas two days before break,
during exam week. So, in lieu of any actual, helpful words, please accept my
words of craziness, words of frazzled-ness, words of attention-span
difficulties, words of a person who is counting down hours until vacation…..
The
Twelve Days of Winter Break...
On
the twelfth day of Winter Break, the teaching gods gave to me...
a
12 hour Netflix marathon
11
trips to Target
10
paid vacation days!!!
9
grown-up beverages (not all at once)
8
cookies to eat
7
nights a week to stay up late
6
books I *might* read
NOOOO....
scales... to wriiiiiite!!! J
Bump
into...
4
students at the mall
Eat
3 actual meals a day
Get
2 hours of extra sleep
And
a whole hour to eat my lunch!
What
to Say When You Get a REALLY Bad Gift
- Now THAT’s a gift.
- Wow! You SURE surprised me.
- I never would have guessed.
- If I hadn't gained all that
weight this would have fit.
- If the dog buries it, I'll be
furious!
- I love it--but I fear the
jealousy it will inspire.
- Unfortunately, tomorrow I enter
the Federal Witness Protection Program.
- I really don't deserve
this.
- And to think I got this the
first year I vowed to give all my gifts to charity.
- I hope this never catches fire.
There have been a lot of unexplained fires around here.
- I couldn't bear to have
anything happen to this so I am going to pack it away safely in the
basement
Twas
the Week Before Break
Twas
the week before break, when all through the school
Not
a person was focused, all acting like fools
The
midterms were laid on the desks with care
In
hopes that vacation soon would be there
The
children were nestled all snug in their desks
While
visions of study guides danced in their heads
My
neighbor in her jacket and I in my vest
Had
just settled down to proctor a test
When
out in the hall there arose such a clatter
I
sprang from my desk to see what was the matter
Away
to the door I flew like a flash
Tore
open the handle and kicked past some trash
The
glare of the lights on the now-dusty floor
Gave
a cluster of headaches to those by the door
When
what to my wondering eyes should appear
but
a pile of grades and the end of the year ...
.......enter
writer’s block..... and a holiday-impaired attention span.....
With
this staff developer hoping writing goes quick
I
knew as I wrote, that this poem would not “click”
More
rapid her words (but not good) they came
And
she whistled and cursed and wrote pretty lame
Now
Dangit! WORD is crashing! Now hope it’ll fix-in!
Oh
darn it, oh stupid, Oh I need some new tricks -and
To
the top of the page! Don’t start to bawl
Now
trash the page, trash the page, trash away all!
...shuffle,
snuffle, sniffle... just skip to the end of the poem.....
She
sprang to her laptop, her clock approached dismissal
And
away her fingers flew on the keyboard.... like a missile? (just go with
it...)
But
I heard her exclaim as she sat down to write
Happy
vacation to all and I hope it’s alright!!!
May
you have a restful, joyful holiday break – and may you come back to work with a
new peace and a renewed spirit – and maybe some improved sanity, too!
-Tracy
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