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May. 5th, 2005
Open House preparations
May. 5th, 2005 03:51 pmMy desk is clean. The last time this happened was the day before Christmas Holidays, when the phys. ed. teacher and the principal took all the kids for two hours so teachers could wade through three and a half months of school stuff. It took a lot less time this time. I found a mostly-empty drawer in a filing cabinet (my predecessor in that room left some stuff in it that I hadn't bothered to clean out) cleaned it out by moving the stuff into a different junk drawer, and moved the desk-padding papers into it. They're loosely organized into Work to be Returned, Work to be Marked, Overheads, Me-Made Worksheets, and Things I Should Keep Till June 30th Before Filing Under G.
My garbage, understandably, is full. I really need to adopt the principle of only touching each piece of paper once when it comes to the crap that enters my room via my mailbox. I don't have time to read newsletter after newsletter telling me stuff I either already know about my kids or don't need to know to do my job. On the rare occasions when I do need information not contained in my teachers' manuals or the files of other teachers, I'll go online and find it without killing any trees.
My room is neat, but dusty. I got a bunch of volunteers (all girls - the boys in my class are supremely lazy) to clean up all the odds and ends that accumulate over time when one is not rigorous and brutal at maintaining neatness. I refuse to dust in there. The board hires people to keep things clean, but our caretakers are very lazy, too. We come back after the summer to find the floors, boards, and desks done - and nothing else. What were they doing for six hours a day for the six weeks they weren't on vacation? Don't they know how to weild a dust mop? In any case, dusting the shelves is not my job, and I'd rather put up with the dust than let them off the hook.
I'm going to finish tidying up and then go for supper at the mall. I should probably have Subway. I probably won't, though. A food court is a dangerous place for a weak-willed sometime dieter.
My garbage, understandably, is full. I really need to adopt the principle of only touching each piece of paper once when it comes to the crap that enters my room via my mailbox. I don't have time to read newsletter after newsletter telling me stuff I either already know about my kids or don't need to know to do my job. On the rare occasions when I do need information not contained in my teachers' manuals or the files of other teachers, I'll go online and find it without killing any trees.
My room is neat, but dusty. I got a bunch of volunteers (all girls - the boys in my class are supremely lazy) to clean up all the odds and ends that accumulate over time when one is not rigorous and brutal at maintaining neatness. I refuse to dust in there. The board hires people to keep things clean, but our caretakers are very lazy, too. We come back after the summer to find the floors, boards, and desks done - and nothing else. What were they doing for six hours a day for the six weeks they weren't on vacation? Don't they know how to weild a dust mop? In any case, dusting the shelves is not my job, and I'd rather put up with the dust than let them off the hook.
I'm going to finish tidying up and then go for supper at the mall. I should probably have Subway. I probably won't, though. A food court is a dangerous place for a weak-willed sometime dieter.