This has been an exhausting 24 days. And this last week alone feels like the most exhausting.
6:45AM. Raisin bread in the toaster for 2 minutes. Hygiene stuff. Change. Grab lunch out of the fridge. Start the car. Hour commute. Class. Meetings. Hour commute. 5-6PM. Try to relax. Dinner. Plan. Shower. Shit. Sleep. Do it again.
If you followed along two weeks ago, I posted about the disappointing and difficult situation teachers and students are put in. I’m sure the previous weeks were worse? Mainly because of the danger omicron presented. Different weeks, different stress, I guess.
I think what’s been so stressful about the days following my last post is that we’ve been forced to normalize being in person. On top of the mental /emotional strain of the omicron surge, we’ve been asked to press on. The expectations of WASC, the BoE, or the district remain the same. They expect teachers to produce the same output without providing us proper safety and care.
The news reported that we would be getting weekly masks and tests. I only got one set prior to the MLK holiday. Though there are self-swab tests, we can take. That’s their write-off for our safety.
The stress definitely piled up. Not sure what the outcome of it was. But talking to my girlfriend, Aya, helped calm the storm and sort things out. We talked about my stress, and maybe I need to go back to listing things out. More so than just a to-do list, reminders, or Google Tasks.
Fortunately, the passion planner she gifted me in 2017 is undated and still has lots of room for use. So I took heed of her advice. I reopened my planner and listed things out. I have a lot to accomplish week to week. And that’s outside of lesson planning/grading for these department chair responsibilities. There are still some things I haven’t been able to accomplish. Even though this week felt hella long, I still accomplished a lot.
Hopefully, this helps me fix my relationship with time.
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