My little guy loves Halloween. He’s been obsessed with it for a while and I think the fascination began with pumpkins. Just recently he refused to nap if not with his pumpkin.
Daily Musings 43 🎃
My little guy loves Halloween. He’s been obsessed with it for a while and I think the fascination began with pumpkins. Just recently he refused to nap if not with his pumpkin.
Learned yesterday that report cards are due on Monday. I’ve known my 25 students for less than 3 weeks.
It’s Canadian Library Month and I’m missing my favourite place.
And so it’s Friday night and even though I wanted to binge on some ‘True Blood’, I’m sitting here planning and eating chocolate because I won’t be able to sleep otherwise.
I finished another book today. And as this quote suggests, books have gotten me through some moments of darkness. 6 months of Covid-19 lockdown to be specific, and they continue to carry me through these strange times.
I cried today. On and off throughout the day for so many reasons and for no reason at all.
Three more teachers have been deployed to virtual school and their classes have been collapsed. Mine was one of them. Again, I mourn.
I was today years old when I truly learned how little the education system cares about the well-being of those it’s supposed to care for. It’s never been so clear, so blatantly obvious that they simply do not care. Not about their students and not about their educators and education workers.
It’s the 3rd Monday since we’ve been back-to-school. I feel tired, worn-out, beat up, overwhelmed, anxious, stressed, confused, inefficient, ineffective, and exhausted. I feel like every ounce of my energy has been zapped and that I have nothing left to give.
It sucks that every time I have a headache, my stomach hurts, throat tickles or I cough; I run and go check my temperature. 🤦🏾♀️😩😷 Tamla