Well, I know that it’s been way too long since my last update. I’m not going to give any excuses; I just wasn’t into it for a bit. That’s all. ;-)
It has been a very busy three months! What was I thinking when I thought that the transition into a new school wouldn’t be so bad? Hello! I was so naïve. So very naïve.
I went from a very small school to a very large school. The things that this entails are absolutely mind-boggling, at least to me! The administration is different. It’s not worse, it’s just not able to be as, oh how can I put it, personable. That’s not even the correct word. Having such a large population of students and teachers makes it very difficult to really get to know me right away. Nor am I able to get to know the administration. The principal is the main reason that I took this job in the first place. It’s a good thing she gives a good interview! I don’t get a chance to talk to her much. Also, the front office is much different than my Cindy-bear that I am used to dealing with. She knew everything about everything, and she took pity on us poor fools . . . errrrr . . . teachers. Because of the size of the school, that situation is not even possible. (At least that’s the excuse that I give them for not being as personable and knowledgable and helpful as my sweet, understanding Cindy.)
I went from a small town to a suburb of a metropolis. I lived in southern California where I thought everything was so much more expensive than other places. I realize that the area in which I lived was fairly low-cost-of-living, but I thought that the electricity and water (I lived in the desert) would have been higher. I was wrong. Again. Everything here is at least twice as much as I was paying before. Actually, the exceptions are gasoline and cable television. Georgia has some of the lowest gas taxes, I believe. And, now that I’m not living in the middle of nowhere up in the mountainous desert, I can the most basic cable for only $13 or so. Much better than $30 for the basic networks! It has just been very surprising is all. I am still adjusting from the move. The last two months have been financially very difficult. I am seriously considering either a second job or a roommate. Neither one makes me too excited. The idea of someone whom I do not know living with me is not too appealing. I’ve lived alone so long. A second job sounds less appealing in a way and more appealing in another. It would give me more cash. It would keep me busy. I would never be bored. However, I cherish the vegging that I do when I get home from work. After a day of school, I am completely wiped, emotionally and physically. Could I really be capable of wrking a second job? Well, it’s definitely something to consider. But not now.
I went from a non-diverse school to an extremely diverse school. (I’ve never been amongst the minority race before.) Initially, I was excited about this concept. It was something that I hadn’t yet experienced. My first few days of school, though, made me think that it was going to be a shock of a year! Let’s just say that it’s interesting to see how different cultures interact with each other and with others outside of their culture. By the way, I am one of four Caucasians in my class. I am really enjoying the difference.
Everything is different. Everything.
I know that I’ve talked about all of this before, but it’s my journal, right? I can talk about anything that I want to talk about. Heh.
This adjustment has pretty much wiped my energy. I have been going into work around 7:00 in the morning and staying until they kick me out at 7:00 in the evening. It settles me to work alone. Sometimes I wonder what it is that I do that takes so long, though! Well, there are lots of little things to make me putter about the room – class displays, correcting papers, grading, entering grades, bulletin boards, organizing, etc. If I were a more organized person, this extra time wouldn’t be necessary. It’s amazing that I can be ultra-organized about some things regarding my teaching and so NOT organized about others. Ya know, I still don’t have my files in the filing cabinets. They are still in the filing boxes sitting behind my desk against the wall. They make nice little “tables”.
I don’t procrasinate. Really. I know that it’s obvious how cool and centered I am when it comes to time management. ;-)
Well, since this entry has taken me over a week to do, from start to finish, and I’ve pretty much lost my train of thought, I do believe it’s time to sign off.
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