Is That a Serious Question?

Day one of classes with actual children: done.

Boom.

And how do I feel now that I’ve finally begun what I came here to do?

I still have no idea what I’m doing. Yesterday, I was a de facto observer for two classes, one of second graders and one of third graders, with an enrollment of 16 students. Combined. Not to mention that there are only about 6 hours of instruction a week and the same lesson plan is used for each grade, which slight modifications depending on age (it takes second graders forever to color, cut and glue).

Ummmm, are you seriously telling me an assistant is needed for all of this?

I want to be here. But I don’t want to be sitting on my arse, twiddling my thumbs. This was supposed to be a full time job, 40 hours a week. This isn’t even close. I’d actually prefer busting my butt, being pushed beyond my limit (oh, wait, that’s exactly what I signed up for). And I come from a family of teachers, so I know what people in that profession are capable of accomplishing. It’s a full time job. What I’m doing is barely part time.

I’m growing increasingly frustrated. I have a meeting on Friday with our “support person,” the Jesuit Scholastic who functions as the superior for all four JV’s out here. It should be interesting.

Other than that, I actually really like it here. Yeah, there are downsides, but where are there not? The Jesuit community is more than welcoming and understanding, they’re friggin’ hysterical. My CM’s are decent, intelligent people. We have a community meeting tonight and will probably air out any those musty unspoken tensions that slowly grow in any and all households. Airing out is good, because those problems worsen when they continue unaddressed. (Do I have any? Duh, I’m a person living with other people. We all have them. But no, they aren’t serious or terribly aggravating). This place is still breathtakingly and heart achingly beautiful. We still get ESPN, the NFL Network and all the major stations, so I can watch all the football I could ever want, plus Versus, so I can watch hockey in the winter (And NO, I do NOT want to talk about the Chargers/Chiefs game).

I just need to work.

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