Flus suck no matter what. But when your fiance comes down with one days before he is to board a transatlantic flight and has to push his trip back a week, they suck even more.
My poor boy ended up having to go to urgent care yesterday. He is doing better today though, but definitely not in any shape to get on a 12 hour flight. So he will fly out next week, and will come visit me next weekend instead of this coming one. Sucks, but what can ya do...
Going back to class today was rough. It's always nice to see my colleagues after a vacation, but man the kids are just a pain. They clearly don't want to be back (can't blame them, I was the same way once upon a time), but my weeks always start off on a crap note anyway because of my wretched TGRH1s. Today was just the final straw. I am SO SICK of thinking up interesting, fun lessons (at least what I think are interesting/fun, based on what my classes told me they want to study at the start of the year), only to be met with blank stares. Most of my classes are a pretty decent level of English; these classes still cannot even say what they did for vacation. Not just, "I did XYZ," but even formulating, "During the vacation I..." Nope. Can't do it. And when I passed out my printouts for the activity, with directions written both on the sheet and on the board, in English AND French, nothing. I walked around the room to see how they were doing-- NOTHING. Every single group of them had NOTHING finished. By the end of the second class I finally said f-- it, and just sat up front and ignored them for 15 minutes. I have a note written to their professor to see if she has any advice. If not (and believe me, I have tried the whole separating chatty friends, giving boring grammar, etc), then I am just going to refuse to teach them. Ugh.
It was a long day. By my last class (a group of terminales I have to prepare for the bac-- whole other source of frustration right there considering I have never taken a bac, and therefore don't know what exactly to teach them, and their prof just tells me, "Do whatever you want."), I was done. I see half the group for the first half-hour then switch.When the second group came in (who clearly shared my "I am so over this," sentiment) I half-heartedly attempted to get ANYTHING out of them, gave up, and let them out a few minutes early. Ugh.
Is it April yet?
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