Last week I was at my breaking point. There were a lot of things going on at school, including picture day, library day, basketball, suspensions, etc. I decided to take Friday off, partly to get some peace and quiet, partly because I knew I would totally snap if I went to work that day, and partly because I had 65 essays and 65 vocab tests to grade.
I started my day off slowly. I set my alarm for 7 but every time it went off I thought, "I don't have to wake up now."
Finally, at around 7:30 I got out of bed. Slowly.
I managed to make my way into the living room. I noticed the comfortable long green couch and instantly knew I would fall back asleep if I sat there. So instead, I prepared the futon for a long hard day of grading and watching TV.
Notice that the remote, my computer, and my phone are all within reaching distance. After putting on Friends (I was in the middle of season 5), I started to grade some vocab tests. BORRRRRRRRING.
Grading is seriously a snooze fest. I had to keep the TV on and go on my computer just to feel stimulated enough while I graded tests.
After making it through about half of the vocab tests, I realized something was missing. Breakfast. I was starving and had no food in the house that was good enough for breakfast on a Day Off. So I put my hood on and headed down to the coffee shop. It is so much easier to grade papers when you can stop every four seconds for a sip of coffee or bite of bagel.
And so my morning progressed.
After tackling the pile of vocab tests, I headed for the 7th grade narrative essays. Thinking about grading essays makes me want to die. I purposely told all of the students that I didn't want to read long essays because I have a life. Do you think they listened? Noooo. They just kept writing away, 4 and 5 page narratives. AWESOME THAT YOU MOVED TO A NEW HOUSE. CAN'T YOU WRITE THAT IN 2 PAGES? Once my coffee kicked in and my crankiness wore down, I realized the essays were actually pretty great. I mentally patted myself on the back for being such a great teacher.
After I finished some of the essays, it was time for lunch. By that point, I was finished with season 5 of Friends and had watched Community, Jersey Shore and America's Next Top Model (soooo not worth it, but better than focusing on essays). After making such progress in my TV shows, I figured I deserved a break. So I headed to Reverie, the best cafe in Cole Valley, and ordered my favorite artichoke pizzette.
After all of that, Dylan was finished with work, and I couldn't possibly be expected to work on more essays after I had read... 15 essays. (That's right 15 out of 65. Kill me.)
So I went with Dylan to an abandoned parking lot and watched him do tricks on his BMX bike. It was not that enjoyable; it was windy and I was sitting on a curb and there were creepers nearby. But Dylan had fun and he was good at those trick things. We headed back home, but not before Dylan made a pit stop at yet another abandoned area so he could do even more tricks on some stairs.
And that was my day off. Amazing? No. But there were several moments throughout my day when I thought "Thank god I am not at work" and "I should seriously quit and move back in my parents" and then finally "I'm rested enough for Monday" so I guess it was worth it.