After a long staff meeting I headed back to my room thinking I would try to get a few papers graded. Just this morning I confessed to a colleague that I can't stand to grade things at home anymore. I am one of those teachers that likes driving work around in her car on a daily basis. The work follows me home but it rarely sees the light that glows inside of my townhouse. Knowing what I know about my own work habits means that I often spend somewhere around 10 hours a day at school to get things done.
This afternoon I surveyed the papers on my desk and decided to do something for myself. I stuffed some, but not all, of what needed to be graded in my bag and headed to the gym. A little time on the elliptical and a few weight machines later I was home feeling rejuvenated. And then I gave myself one more little treat- a nice steak on the grill with some mushrooms, onions and spinach.
Those papers I brought home? They are sitting in my bag on a chair near the door where they will most likely spend the night. Do I know myself, or what?