“Are you doing that writing thing again?” my husband asked me from the corner of the couch where he was burried under a quilt, watching reruns of old bicycle races on the iPad.
“Yep, it started yesterday,” I replied as I plopped down on the couch with my bag full of all the things I brought home with me from school to work on tonight, 90 percent of which I know I won’t even look at.
Why do I still bring it all home every day, after 12 years of teaching, knowing I’m probably not going to get to it? I overheard a colleague talking about “teacher guilt” earlier this week. That must be what compels me to stuff my bag full of work before leaving school every day. Sometimes I start to leave with an empty bag, or even just one or two projects, but something about having a lightweight bag triggers the teacher guilt and I find something else to throw in there before heading home. Tonight’s work includes:
- the book on mathematical discussions that I’m reading (and behind on) for a book study
- blank monthly calendars where I want to schedule out my studios, school events, assessment dates, and coaching cycles for the rest of the year
- 4th grade opinion on-demands to grade
- the beginnings of a presentation I need to plan for a presentation on ELL supports in writing that I’m doing next week
- 4 sticky notes with random notes about emails I need to send as follow-ups or reminders
- a memo to read about the state language test I’m proctoring tomorrow morning
Now the kids are asleep, tomorrow’s lunches are made, the kitchen sort-of cleaned, and I have a few precious minutes to myself. So while my hubby is relaxing and enjoying his YouTube clips, I am going to get started on my school work…as soon as I finish this post…maybe.