Monday of Mondays

Hey y’all!  I don’t know about you, but today feels like the Monday of all Mondays.  I was halfway through my shower this morning when I remembered that it is Monday which means my daughter had school.

Where did the weekend go?  One day it was here, and the next, it’s gone and now here we have Monday.  Normally, daylight savings time doesn’t affect me.  One year, I set my alarm for the time change, waking up just so I could experience gaining the hour back.  This year I experienced losing that hour.  It was strange to watch and witness the time on my personal computer flip from 1:59am to 3:00am.  One thing is for sure, thanks to daylight savings time, I’ll never forget my first VIPKid class.

Though I’m tired, I can’t complain about the work pile.  I literally ‘paced’ my way through first class Math, drank a fresh cup of dark roast coffee for the caffeinated perk during English/Language Arts, and I still yawned my way through Science and Social Studies.  It felt like the longest day of school ever, but because of my weekend turn out, it’s worth it.

I keep thinking about the class I taught and the student I was working with.  She wore a deep purple, long-sleeved shirt, and just before I began class, she was eating a banana while the guy, appearing to be her dad, was trying to work the kinks out of their end of the virtual classroom.  Their background noise was fascinating.  I didn’t understand anything I was hearing, but I was next to tears, embracing the biggest opportunity of my lifetime, working with authentic ethnicity.  I’m eager to teach my next class/student!

The only work I did manage to find the motivation and energy for was completing my 5-star reward system.  I hot glued the magnets on this evening, after dinner, so I can use it this weekend.

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Thanks for reading y’all!

Monday of Mondays

The beginning of a new work week is always a long, drawn out drag.  Laundry, school, and anything else that finds it’s way into my schedule.  I’m not complaining, just stating a fact is all.  It’s the same story every Monday.  I’m just writing about it for a change.

I begin the day feeling well-rested and motivated to take on any chore.  By the time school is over, and all homework is completed, I feel as if I’ve been run over, mentally, by a freight train.  One of the many negatives to being a writer, but it’s an occupation I love to hate.

I’m revisiting a lot of rough drafts I previously thought were polished stories.  Either that, or I’ve really grown in the last 6 months.  Between revising a short piece I titled ‘Chicken Slick’ about a recipe that’s been passed down through several generations, and another short piece titled ‘Christmas Crash Site’ I’m rewriting to submit to Chicken Soup for the Soul, I’d say my week is pretty well planned.

I really hope it doesn’t sound like I’m complaining about my job, because really I’m not.  Writing is my release.  I don’t like complaining to people about my woes because we all have them, whether we like, love, or hate our jobs.  As a homeschooling mother, I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.  Every job, every position has it’s ups and downs.  I prefer to stress myself out making sure my daughter’s grades are where I think they should be and working one-on-one with her, to stressing over the dreaded phone call I used to get from her brick and mortar school, everyday, because she was misbehaving so badly her teachers couldn’t handle her.  What a nightmare that used to be!

In Science class today, while her teacher is trying to teach about Newton’s ‘second law’, only a few were making an effort to participate.  So, her teacher nicely told everyone to virtually raise their hands to let her know they were present and actively participating.  The turnout wasn’t so nice.  Ten times, the teacher repeated herself, “Raise your hands if you are with me and can hear me.”  Ten times.  Out of 44 students, only 21 virtually raised their hands.  Not good.  So, she kicked them out.  I know it sounds harsh, and maybe even rude, but that’s why I like her Science teacher.  She’s no nonsense for the most part… as long as her students are following directions.  I’ve thought about becoming a teacher, but no.  I’ll stick to writing.

This evening I’m revising and rewriting ‘Chicken Slick’ because I know I can make it sound so much better than it’s current draft.  I seriously need to stop being afraid of my abilities.  It’s like I’m afraid of succeeding, or scared of my own potential, but it is only Monday.

Again, until tomorrow… and thanks for reading.