Life Got in the Way

So I kept trying to settle in and write a blog entry over the last two weeks.   Every time I did, something came up.  The weather (good and bad-skiing and ice storms; 60 degrees and flooding), the grad course I’m teaching, my other job, social activities, family stuff, you name it.  But I’m back, at least for the next half hour, so here goes.

It’s been a rough few weeks at school, mainly due to some virulent viruses that snuck in and took hold in a pretty frightening way.  At one point, we were sending home thirty to forty kids a day with high fevers and other flu symptoms. Most of the year, we send home one or two kids a week.  Some came back after a several days, only to relapse or come down with a vicious stomach ailment.  One little kindergartner came to school after a week-long bout with the flu and spent three healthy normal days only to wind up in the hospital with pneumonia.  Teachers were, and still are, out flat for days and even weeks; antibiotics for the after-flu effects are ineffectual.  Thank goodness things seem to be on the wane in our building, although the occurrences are still well above normal.  I’ve been fighting everything off so far, thanks to Airborne and ColdEze and Oscillococcinum and anything else I can think of.  I wash my hands and make the kids wash theirs constantly, and spray the entire room with Lysol every afternoon at three. So far, so good, fingers crossed.

I’ve been having lots of fun when I’m not working too.  Our ski weekend was perfection- great conditions, no lift lines, good weather.  We skied ‘til our legs were wobbly.   Last weekend we rocked out at the Capitol Theater to Pat Benatar and her crazy guitar-playing husband Neil Giraldo.  It is a small venue and they really personalized the performance and we danced like it was 1981. I’ve also been hanging with good friends after work and on weekends, burning the candle at both ends, as my mother has been telling me since I was fifteen years old.  Life’s for living…

My grad course is off to a good start, and we begin working with third graders as part of the field experience next Tuesday.  Other than a new grad student signing up literally at the last second, ticking me off since she missed the first two sessions during which we prepared for our lessons with the kids, everything is moving along well.  Shouldn’t you know that you have to register for a course to complete your requirements on time by the point in your life that you are in graduate school? It didn’t help her case that she tried to guilt me by saying it would delay her graduation if I did not let her take the course.  I always think: poor planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on mine.  But the powers that be said I had to let her in and so we will see how that goes.  I am looking forward to watching and guiding the interactions between the rookies and the kids. I hope the kids don’t give them too hard a time, but if they do, well that’s all part of the fun and  games.

Then there is the scary fact that it’s February already.  The school year is zooming by, as it always does. Wasn’t it yesterday that I was blogging about the beginning of this school year? In just two quick weeks, we will be relaxing on the beaches of Puerto Plata in the Dominican Republic for some recoup time, which we both badly need.  Having never been to the DR, I am looking forward to new experiences, blue-green water and white sand, icy drinks at sunset and everything else that goes with the deal.  I hope we get to snorkel; and maybe this time I will sign up for scuba lessons.  It doesn’t seem real right now, but I’m sure it will as soon as I get off the plane in 80 degree weather.  When we get back, it will almost be March.  Holy crap. 

I guess you can understand why I have not been a good blogger lately.  I promise to try harder to keep up with this part of my life,  since I enjoy it so much.  And there certainly is no lack of material to write about.  Crazy people in the world; crazy people in the government; crazy people in education; great places to explore; cool people to hang with; yummy restaurants to try;  so many topics, so little time.  Sigh.

About ordinarywomanextraordinarylife

I began writing at seven years old. My first rejection was from my mother who would not come off a nickel for a hand-published and self-illustrated scary story. Over thirty-seven years of teaching writing to elementary age children, I honed my skills in storytelling; which led to the completion of my first novel, Woven.
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