Once again, work has captivated my time and energies. We are barreling toward the busiest time of year for me, as festivals and competitions, art gallery displays and showings, all require much attention to detail.
Our in school festival is Feb. 11th, and there is much to do to prepare for this evening of arts for the students in our school. And all the badgering I do as a teacher to demand participation from my own students wears me out...can't they just want to participate? There's that pesky "Can't I (we, they, you...) just..." phrase again. I despise that combination of words coming from one of my students! At least once (really several) time a year, I explain patiently, (while seething inside) that when one asks the question that way, one is translating, non-verbally, that one doesn't want to do whatever the question involved, and, more specifically, are saying that one is too lazy to do what has been asked, and one is trying to avoid doing what is found to be undesirable. Needless to say, my comment about their question stated that way, is also found to be undesirable. Then...I raise myself to my highest 5' 3" height and say, "May I please remind you that you exist, in this particular room, as the subject of a monarchy - a queen, and a benevolent one, at that. The element of democracy will not be recognized and all subjects will be "drawn" (ha!) and quartered, if adherence to all mandates is not completed."
Ah, the life of a teacher...queen of the misfits, the "m.a.d." students, as one academic teacher calls us. And if I could remember what that stands for, I would tell you, but I am having a "blank slate" moment. Will write more later...after the hubbub has subsided...you know, the twelfth of never, as it looks right now...ttl!
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