Monthly Archives: May 2016

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Bang Head Here

The mom who wrote about my “unreasonable deadline”¬†was understanding and appreciated my clarification when I explained the extra time and attention I took for the group of students who missed out to being in school due to an extracurricular activity. The student had completed the work, so things looked good in my grade book. Check off one parent who may not have agreed with me, but we worked it out.

Now I am scratching my head after a different parent wrote me this evening because his student does not have the work to complete the writing assignment. It is not in her possession. I cannot say if it is lost at home or in her locker. She does not have what she needs to do the work. I sent it electronically (during my protected family time!) after dad asked for a suggestion on what to do. I also carbon-copied my administrator just to keep her in the loop in the event that backlash rears its head. This is the same child who felt I hurt her feelings five weeks ago. At times I feel that no good deed goes unpunished. I am simply waiting for the other shoe to drop. Just waiting. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

RLT

Okay.

I gave some students who would miss school for a school-sponsored activity an assignment ahead of the rest of my students. Their due date is the same as the other “left behind” students; however, they had an extra night. Why was I challenged about the due date when I gave them extra time and pulled them during our homeroom time late last week to explain everything to them? Okay. This was unexpected. I do have to move forward with my lesson plans. I will be grading a number of papers over the next few days or so. I was caught off guard and wanted to fire back with a pointed question and observation of my own. I did not. A response will not be written until tomorrow within the twenty-four hour limit I am permitted. 

RLT

Guilt-Free Sundays

It is Mother’s Day. My husband and son went with me to church and then took me out to lunch at one of my favorite places. We came home and got changed into our comfortable gear. I sat in the recliner with a book and three pieces of chocolate candy. They went to the computer room/office. I did not see them for the next three hours because I took a nap. A paralysis nap. A nap that makes the sleeper feel groggy upon reluctant awakening. It was just what I needed. With the work that I do expending mental and physical energy on others’ children, my own child and beloved spouse allowed me the opportunity to just be by sleeping.

They let me rest each Sunday when I collapse into my bed. They do not bother me with phone calls or emails that can wait. They let me rest. This precious restorative time heals any anxieties from missed sleep on week nights. I believe my Sunday naps keep me going on the four or five-hour sleep nights that pepper the latter part of the work week. I feel no guilt any more. I have to rest sometime, or my body will get run down and make me ill. No thanks. I will curl up like a kitten, and I will sleep.

RLT