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?
I often refer to my school bag as being full of good intentions. There will always be papers to grade so it is so good to take care of yourself!
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