A belated birthday post for one of my most favorite people. This was the email I sent her yesterday, upon realizing that I am, in fact, a flake.
(This is the conversation I had, in my head, as I drove home from work.)
Ugh. G's first birthday gift is not finished and therefor is not in the mail. Grrrr!
Wait, it might possibly be Nikki's birthday.
(Upon further consideration )
Yes, I do think it is nik's birthday.
Hmmmm, I didn't call or send a card.
Sara, you are a rather shitty self absorbed friend as of late.
It's true; I hate September.
Facebook will tell me for sure if I missed her birthday.
And I did.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
This is hard.
A excerpt from conversation with one of the three GREAT teachers with whom I am co-teaching. Co-teaching in the half-assed, unfunded, unplanned, untrained model our school is currently experimenting with has made for the most difficult start to any year, ever.
"So, I'm not sure I like how this is going. I want you to have a greater presence in the classroom."
"Okay, that sounds great. I'm not sure how we can accomplish that."
"Well, what's working in your other classes?"
"Honestly, we're winging it all over the place. I'm not sure what's working. It feels different everywhere."
"Hmmmm, okay. Well, how about this...I don't like that you are off to the side and I am on a physically higher plane than you. I'd like you more integrated."
"I agree, it would feel more cohesive. Do you have any idea how to make this work?"
"Let's try this, there are two chairs. You take the one at the back. That way you are on the same level as me."
"Okay, if you're sure. I mean it might seem awkward with me sitting while you are teaching."
"It might, you're right. But let's try it. If it doesn't work, then well. We can try something else. And I mean, I know you; I trust you. If you were anyone else I might not invite them into the chair. You should be there. I mean sitting off to the side you are the most expensive staff assistant in America."
"I said that on the second day of school. Let's try it. We can keep working."
It wasn't a perfect fit, but not terrible. And to tell the truth, not terrible is pretty good lately. This shit is hard.
"So, I'm not sure I like how this is going. I want you to have a greater presence in the classroom."
"Okay, that sounds great. I'm not sure how we can accomplish that."
"Well, what's working in your other classes?"
"Honestly, we're winging it all over the place. I'm not sure what's working. It feels different everywhere."
"Hmmmm, okay. Well, how about this...I don't like that you are off to the side and I am on a physically higher plane than you. I'd like you more integrated."
"I agree, it would feel more cohesive. Do you have any idea how to make this work?"
"Let's try this, there are two chairs. You take the one at the back. That way you are on the same level as me."
"Okay, if you're sure. I mean it might seem awkward with me sitting while you are teaching."
"It might, you're right. But let's try it. If it doesn't work, then well. We can try something else. And I mean, I know you; I trust you. If you were anyone else I might not invite them into the chair. You should be there. I mean sitting off to the side you are the most expensive staff assistant in America."
"I said that on the second day of school. Let's try it. We can keep working."
It wasn't a perfect fit, but not terrible. And to tell the truth, not terrible is pretty good lately. This shit is hard.
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