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Aug. 31st, 2001 04:53 pmI'm so tired i'm almost not tired anymore, but not quite. I haven't slept in a while, i haven't slept since my last journal entry, but at least the paperwork is done, and on time. On time to get the extra pocket $$, that is.
It. feels. so. weird. Two years, and this is essentially it for me. I talked to my supervisor this afternoon and she said that she'd rather the new teacher start anew without my meddling (my words, not hers, in case you're wondering). While i understand that, that a new teacher needs to establish new patterns, i'm really going to miss being there. I know it doesn't sound like it, judging from all the bitching and moaning i've done concerning the class, but i'm going to miss it terribly. Most of the complaining i've done is due to the fact that i've worked all day and then have to go to work at night, not because i didn't love it. I realized today that this is the first job i'm leaving that i totally loved. Well, except for the paperwork, that is, but in contrast to what fulltime teachers have to do, it's not much at all. I loved the teachers i worked with, the staff who bent over backwards to help me, and especially the people i taught. They are the coolest people ever.
I sound like i'm doing an acceptance speech, LOL! It's only because i'm feeling a bit sentimental i guess. The only other job i liked this much was my greenhouse job where i got to be alone most days and plant seedlings and do grunt work. If my boss hadn't been a raging bee-yatch (and it was the only job where i actually said "fuck you, i quit" and stalked off, only to apologize and ask for it back a few hours later), it would've been perfect.
I think i'm going to sneak in the first week only to help the new teacher get everyone tested, but even as i write this, i'm wondering if that's a good idea. I think i'm going to let the L call me if she needs help and not automatically barge in like she's helpless. I don't want to undermine anything.
Damn. I'm actually going to have days where i can go home and not have anything pressing to do, for a couple of weeks at least. This is going to freak me out a tad. Why do i have to keep going like this? Why can't i just relax? Why do i complain about being stressed out then complain about having free time?
"There's no pleasing some people..."
"That's just what Jesus said, sir!" ::hop hop::
Ok, wee catnap, then talk to Vali. Then i'll relearn how to make writing fanfic fun again.
It. feels. so. weird. Two years, and this is essentially it for me. I talked to my supervisor this afternoon and she said that she'd rather the new teacher start anew without my meddling (my words, not hers, in case you're wondering). While i understand that, that a new teacher needs to establish new patterns, i'm really going to miss being there. I know it doesn't sound like it, judging from all the bitching and moaning i've done concerning the class, but i'm going to miss it terribly. Most of the complaining i've done is due to the fact that i've worked all day and then have to go to work at night, not because i didn't love it. I realized today that this is the first job i'm leaving that i totally loved. Well, except for the paperwork, that is, but in contrast to what fulltime teachers have to do, it's not much at all. I loved the teachers i worked with, the staff who bent over backwards to help me, and especially the people i taught. They are the coolest people ever.
I sound like i'm doing an acceptance speech, LOL! It's only because i'm feeling a bit sentimental i guess. The only other job i liked this much was my greenhouse job where i got to be alone most days and plant seedlings and do grunt work. If my boss hadn't been a raging bee-yatch (and it was the only job where i actually said "fuck you, i quit" and stalked off, only to apologize and ask for it back a few hours later), it would've been perfect.
I think i'm going to sneak in the first week only to help the new teacher get everyone tested, but even as i write this, i'm wondering if that's a good idea. I think i'm going to let the L call me if she needs help and not automatically barge in like she's helpless. I don't want to undermine anything.
Damn. I'm actually going to have days where i can go home and not have anything pressing to do, for a couple of weeks at least. This is going to freak me out a tad. Why do i have to keep going like this? Why can't i just relax? Why do i complain about being stressed out then complain about having free time?
"There's no pleasing some people..."
"That's just what Jesus said, sir!" ::hop hop::
Ok, wee catnap, then talk to Vali. Then i'll relearn how to make writing fanfic fun again.
