Jan. 17 - Jan. 21: Organization...or OCD?
This week was another fast and fun one at Swaton. It was also a week of coming to terms with the fact that I just may have a serious mental ailment...which of course I will get to at the end of this blog...
During the morning classes on Tuesday, head teacher Joy poked her head in the door to announce that it was snowing outside. I told my 6-year olds to bundle up, and five minutes later we were all on the roof of the building pelting each other with snowballs. On Thursday we took the kids to a nearby modern art museum. I was a bit skeptical about the field trip since my experiences with modern art have been less than inspirational; however, I was quite impressed with the creativity showcased by the Korean artists. The kids were just happy to have a break from learning that "he's brushing his teeth in the bathroom."
I've begun reading the children's novel "Bridge to Terabithia" with my two private students, Julia and Frank. I was also informed by Julia that her mom thinks we are "having too much fun" in the lessons and they are "not doing enough homework." If the woman wants more work tacked on to these kids' already hectic schedules, then homework she shall have.
Finally, my self-discovery. Ever since I started working at Swaton, I have increasingly felt a great abhorration for the state of despair of the teachers' room. It is a complete disaster area. Boxes are everywhere, and bags and trash completely cover any otherwise useful working spaces. I finally remarked on it to Chris, telling him that for just 50 bucks I would come in for a few hours on a Saturday to organize things. We both laughed at this idea, seeing as our boss is too cheap to even keep the heat on in the building.
So, during my break, I cleaned up as best I could, muttering words under my breath that would make my mother cringe. Of course, it was a completely selfish act...I felt that one more minute in such chaos would find me in a dark corner sucking my thumb. However, instead of feeling relieved at the new and improved teachers' room, I felt a sinking feeling that perhaps I had a problem. Do I just appreciate organization, or do I have a very serious form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder? Why am I the only one who Windexes my desk every day? Is that normal?
During the morning classes on Tuesday, head teacher Joy poked her head in the door to announce that it was snowing outside. I told my 6-year olds to bundle up, and five minutes later we were all on the roof of the building pelting each other with snowballs. On Thursday we took the kids to a nearby modern art museum. I was a bit skeptical about the field trip since my experiences with modern art have been less than inspirational; however, I was quite impressed with the creativity showcased by the Korean artists. The kids were just happy to have a break from learning that "he's brushing his teeth in the bathroom."
I've begun reading the children's novel "Bridge to Terabithia" with my two private students, Julia and Frank. I was also informed by Julia that her mom thinks we are "having too much fun" in the lessons and they are "not doing enough homework." If the woman wants more work tacked on to these kids' already hectic schedules, then homework she shall have.
Finally, my self-discovery. Ever since I started working at Swaton, I have increasingly felt a great abhorration for the state of despair of the teachers' room. It is a complete disaster area. Boxes are everywhere, and bags and trash completely cover any otherwise useful working spaces. I finally remarked on it to Chris, telling him that for just 50 bucks I would come in for a few hours on a Saturday to organize things. We both laughed at this idea, seeing as our boss is too cheap to even keep the heat on in the building.
So, during my break, I cleaned up as best I could, muttering words under my breath that would make my mother cringe. Of course, it was a completely selfish act...I felt that one more minute in such chaos would find me in a dark corner sucking my thumb. However, instead of feeling relieved at the new and improved teachers' room, I felt a sinking feeling that perhaps I had a problem. Do I just appreciate organization, or do I have a very serious form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder? Why am I the only one who Windexes my desk every day? Is that normal?
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