It has been an incredibly long week. There have been far too many moments of frustration this week, including yet another pointless faculty meeting. Especially the pointless faculty meeting. But I've tried very hard to find at least a few moments of joy. Does it surprise anyone that those moments became easier to find the closer I got to Friday?
I didn't think so.
Yesterday afternoon, during my prep time, I walked over to the office for a meeting with the boss. She wasn't there. She forgot about our meeting that she'd just made about 30 minutes before. I took a deep breath and walked back across campus toward my classroom passing my seventh grade boys who were playing volleyball during P.E. (well, I'm not sure "playing" is the right word to use here, but it'll do until someone comes up with a new term that describes what the boys were doing).
"McTeach, come on! You HAVE to play with us!"
I don't have to do anything.
"Come on!! You know you want to!"
I know no such thing.
About five minutes after I got back to my classroom (did I mention it's a long walk from my room to the office?), the boss called and asked me to return to the office. I took a deep breath (or ten) and headed back over.
"Yay! McTeach changed her mind!"
My "meeting" lasted all of about 30 seconds, and could have been accomplished via email. Or even a phone call.
When I started heading back across campus again toward my classroom, I heard Devin call out again, "Come on, McTeach...just one serve!!"
Oh yeah, I thought to myself, I'm ready to hit something!
I wound up playing volleyball with the boys for about ten minutes and had a wonderful time! Granted, I was the only one who seemed to know how to hit the ball, but that just made me feel even more like a rock star!!
Pretty cool way to end my day.