Every time I start this post, it sounds like I’m leaving blogging… which I’m not. I like writing too much and need to have that random shout out to the world, even if no one is actually listening. You know that old question, if a tree falls in the forest, but no is around, does it really make a sound? My answer would be, who cares… the tree still fell and that is all it cared about.
When I first started this blog many, many years ago it was primarily a place for me to put down thoughts. I didn’t really have a focus and there weren’t that many “blogs” out there… actually, when I first started, there weren’t even “blogs”, but those writings are long gone. (yes, if what is write is lame enough, it will get dumped from the internet… it’s only the stuff you don’t want saved that is never erased). Then it became the in thing to be all nichey and I jumped on the bandwagon. I’m teacher, so this should be a teaching blog.
At this point in my life, however, I’m really too tired from teaching to really want to talk about it at the end of the day. And what do I write about? Every one is suffering from budget cuts and at least I have regular access to a copy machine. At times the administration is crazy and stupid, but it could be so much worse… there is no angst. Or at least, how many posts can I write about how far behind I am with grading? I could write about our technology issues, but they main stem from the hiring of technology people who learned from a book and since I did too, who am I to cast stones?
On Saturday I had a marathon class for my professional certification. I really was not into it. After sitting for a couple of hours, my back just couldn’t take it any more (another sign of my impending elderly-ness). I started walking around the building and found myself looking longingly at the empty cubes in various office areas. I really started missing having an office job… one that doesn’t require me to take home hours of work every night or fight for every resource. A job where I’m treated like an adult with a brain, instead of the village idiot draining the public coffers. (Case in point, I’m not allowed to have an access to print out test result reports for our school-wide bench-mark tests because “I might click something wrong and loose information.” For real!) Or child abuser because after a particularly trying day I laid my head on my desk and muttered “I’m going to kill him.” or after a particularly good day, said “way to go” and punched a kid lightly in the arm.
Have I hit the wall?
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