It’s 4:35 p.m. on Monday afternoon. I have T-10 minutes till dropping my oldest off at cross-country, T-20 minutes till picking up my youngest from soccer, and T-60 minutes from my beloved and much needed crossfit class. I’ve been up since 4:09 a.m., done 2 loads of laundry, made 5 breakfasts, 5 lunches, done 35 minutes of yoga, and worked 8-1/2 hours (an hour over my actual contract time). As usual, like clockwork, the Florida summer showers are starting–lightening crackling, black clouds amassing, and my little Shetland sheep dog barking at the “thunder gods” in the backyard. It is real time. Always real time.
This year in school is so intense. I’m so exhausted and excited all at once. I have this amazing group of students and Common Core actually invigorates me, challenges me. I’m so inspired, but yet so forgetful. Why can I keep a tight schedule at home, not keep time in the classroom? How do I translate real time to my classroom, or is it real time and my home time is really not real time? Two magical worlds. 24 hours in a day.