My life as a couch potato

With the first half of school giving way to the winter break I have found myself with and inordinate amount of time on my hands. This feels rather strange after having run around constantly not knowing what the heck I was doing for the last 2 months. Since said break began I have not done one really productive thing with my time. Unless you count baking cookies as productive (which could be argued to be so).

My intention during my last week of school was to have a "pajama day". This entailed the arduous task of wearing my pajamas all day long and not moving from the couch, except for those irksome but necessary visits to the bathroom. I tried this out yesterday and enjoyed it for the first half of the day and then found I started to feel weak from inactivity. Not to mention I had become addicted to some game I found on the web. I sat and stared at my computer screen for, I kid you not, 6 hours. And I still haven't passed the damned thing. Actually I'll probably cry when I do, that game is darned fun. But I digress.

I concluded that pajama day will only work if you get fresh air in between, thus ending the whole purpose of the day since you can't walk outside in your jammies during the winter months in Calgary unless you want to die by freezing. Seeing as how I find the idea of turning into a human popsicle distasteful, this ends my quest for the perfect lazy day. Gol ding it!

Please note that the above was brought to you while sitting in my pajamas. Take care.

The joys of Last Minute shopping

It's that time of year when carols are played on radio stations and the unmistakable bells of the Salvation Army can be heard when you walk into any mall. Yes, Christmas has arrived once again, cheering on 2006 as it prepares to make it's grand exit.

Along with Christmas comes trees, tinsel, lights and the delightful frenzy of last-minute shopping, something I always vow to avoid but end up indulging in anyway. I mean, who really finishes all their shopping before November? No one I personally know. Who would want to avoid the agony of searching of a parking spot? The elbowing your way through crowds of tired, cranky people all searching for that 'perfect' gift? The obviously exhausted looks of salespeople?

Yesterday I was lucky that Canadian Tire was the only stop I had to make, it isn't exactly the hotspot of shopping. For real live frenzy you need to stop at Market, Chinook or Southcentre Malls. If you manage to find the oh so elusive parking spot you can then be dazzled by overly bright lights as you enter the mall. Then commence the aimless wandering that inevitably follows as you wonder what in tarnation to get your father. The frustration begins as you realize that each store carries NOTHING he'd want. It mounts as you come up with a great gift idea only to discover all stores sold out of it a week ago. It culminates as you now pick up the pace and whirl frantically from window to window, trying to convince yourself that he really does need a tie with huge snowflakes printed on them. Take deep breaths to prevent from collapsing into a sobbing mess on the floor. Only when you hit despair can you make yourself go and purchase those damned socks you get every year and not feel bad about it.

At least this is the general pattern I follow every year. Usually culminating over the course of a week as opposed to one night. In the end I have to tell myself that it's the thought that counts. It's the defense of all last-minute shoppers.

Merry Christmas everyone. And realize whatever you get has, if not blood, at least sweat and tears put into it.

Help me...I have a classroom

I think that will be the title of my first novel, should I ever get around to writing one. They really should tell you during teacher training that your first year is going to be a complete gong show. And I only teach in the mornings! How bad is that?

It's been a month and I've gotten to know the kids better but I'm still struggling in the classroom management aspect of things. I pretty much have a whole class of ME at their age. Meaning, talk talk talk. No real behavior issues just constant chattiness.

Aside from chatter, there is also the fact that when it comes to curriculum, I'm a mess. While trying to interpret it, (which I imagine is what decoding Enigma was like), I find myself bouncing back and forth between topics and dragging my students along with me. After a lesson I'll sit and ponder (ie obsess) over what the kids learned, what they were supposed to learn and, of course, what they have yet to learn. What'll inevitably happen is that I'll stare at the curriculum until it resembles a whole pageful of wiggly lines. I think I'm attempting to learn through osmosis.

I've also discovered that the iron-clad memory I used to pride myself on has now vanished. Gone, possibly forever. No sooner do I get a thought in my head, such as I should call this person, or I need to photocopy this, then it mysteriously vanishes into thin air. Occasionally it meanders back when I can no longer do anything about it.

I've learned that students will follow you around like puppies unless you tell them otherwise. Either to have you explain a problem or to praise work that they've done. Let me tell you, their legs are getting a great workout from all the getting up and sitting down they do.

All in all, it's an educational experience to say the least. I have no idea how any given day will go because it depends on they dynamic of the classroom which changes from minute to minute.

I'm too tired to write anymore, hope you're enjoying the holiday spirit so far. I love Christmas.