Speaking of bad days.....two Mondays ago, I woke up and I was ready to take on the week. I walked out to my car and there was tagging on it. Not super excited about that. Took a couple days off that week to deal with everything. Mentally exhausting. That Friday, two teachers proposed that I help take over the AP Art History course work because the permanent faculty was out sick. Sure! I love art history! Oh, they are how far behind? Two weeks? And the test is when? In two weeks? Oh. And I need to prepare a review session? Pre-historic to Proto-Renaissance? Oh. Yeah I can do that. What was I thinking? I spent the entire weekend preparing. It is not that I didn't enjoy it, because, truthfully, I did, it was just exhausting. Tuesday was game day and I was A-MAZING! Those kids had no idea what hit them. That was a good day. However, the day before, Monday, was not a good day. My first class of the day, Block 3, pretty mellow. It can get loud some times but all in all, the kids are good....that is until two girls start throwing punches right behind me. So what do I do? I break up the fight, of course. That may not have been the best idea (I took some punches) but what was I going to do? Let them duke it out? No. Hair was pulled out. Earrings were discarded. Parts of my body were a little sore after but I got some high-fives from a couple students. Plus my Block 5 (which is after lunch) heard all about it and they were excited to see me to hear all of the details!
Back to art history: I am really enjoying getting into it and teaching the students why I love the subject. The kids are great and very thankful the extra work that I am putting in. I think they are finally figuring out that I know what I am talking about.
One more week of school at the University - maybe five more weeks at the high school. Can't wait for this all to be over and get paid to do this!