Showing posts with label tired. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tired. Show all posts

Thursday, September 17, 2015

So much more than money



Tomorrow I won't be at school. My mother-in-law and I are going to Fairhope to a flea market. It is going to be fun!! :) I need a break from school...

And, you're right, I am off during the summer. For 4 weeks. And I don't get paid for those 4 weeks. Same with the week and thanksgiving, two weeks at Christmas, and the week at spring break. Altogether, that makes 8 weeks a year. Not including, of course, all of those holidays that you probably mentioned under your breath that I get off. And yes, I get a paycheck all year, even though my measly wage is merely prorated throughout the year so that I won't have to go half of December and all of July without a paycheck.

But... what about all that time that I spend at the school and get no compensation for? Football games... basketball games.... softball games.... volleyball games.... baseball games.... after school faculty meetings.... after school detention.... the hours on end that I have spent (and will continue to spend) grading papers and projects... the conferences during the summer that are not during my contract time.

And yes. I am on contract. Which means that I am basically salaried. BUT I doubt there is another salaried OR hourly position in this WORLD that has as many duties as teaching has. I feel bad for ever thinking my mom had it easy by being a teacher. Because... I’ve figured out.... the good teachers have the hardest jobs. The ones that don't care are a totally different story.

This is the hardest job I have ever had. But it is also the most rewarding. There are days that I just want to throw my hands up and storm out of my classroom, never to return. But then.... a senior that I helped with algebra comes to me and hands me his grad exam results right before graduation and with a tear in his eye, says... "I passed..." Or a former student emails me out of nowhere needing help making a decision about her major in college -- because she has no one else to talk to about it that she trusts to give her an unbiased answer.

So... maybe I take it back. I don't get paid close to enough money for the work that I do at that school and for that school.... but I know that I will be a better person because of the lives that I get to influence and the continuous impact that these kids have on my life and my attitude.

And that is worth so much more than money....

Saturday, January 3, 2015

over did it

Today has been hard. My stomach hurts like I have a bad stomach virus. The cramping is crazy weird. I'm not having any problems with food or activity, but I wonder if the reason I feel like I was run over by 10 Mack trucks is because I did too much yesterday.

I'm the momma. I have to do too much. Every day of my life. If I don't do it, it doesn't get done.

But now... It's time for a nap...

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

sleep for an hour...

Sleep for an hour...

Get woke up by the pain returning. Awake for an hour.

Sleep for an hour...

Get woke up by the lab tech so she can take my vital signs. Stay awake for about 30 minutes.

Sleep for an hour...

Get woke up by the alarm on my IV bag going off because it's empty...

And now I'm awake.

And it's only 2 o'clock am...

*sigh*