Aug 27, 2007
I've been wondering why I've had a week long headache. I couldn't shake it. I woke up yesterday to find a full blown fever blister....and what feels like a fever to go along with it. I've been sick in just about every other way too lately. Today, in Target, my nose spontaneously began bleeding. The bathroom looked like a murder scene...blood everywhere.
I couldn't figure out why I've felt so bad for so long, but now I think it might be stress.
I just started back to work today...after a very long summer. The students are set to return on Sept 4th.
We still have no buildings.
The school's been waiting for FEMA to construct the portable buildings on the site of our old, flooded campus, since May or so. There's been nothing but hold ups, so the principal tells us frustratedly.
For eight hours today, we listened to a "motivational speaker" tell us about "pleasing the customer." She's the mother of one of the staff who has her spiel down pat. She was hired with no thought of the lack of appropriateness to the audience it seems (a pretty typical example of the administration's lack of forethought, actually).
She blithely lectured us on such topics integral to teaching as---
the proper way to give out business cards (right side up), how set the dinner table (forks on the left), how to shake hands (not too sweaty or limp), and how to wear a name tag (opposite the heart).
This last fact generated the only excitement of the day...a heated discussion on proper name-tag wearing protocol.
While she droned on, I gazed out of the back windows, watching the workmen hurriedly framing up the metal sheds.
They are in no way close to finishing. The principal spends much of her time trying to hurry the contractors, and diffusing the anxiety of parents, she says.
Last year I taught classes so crowded no one could sit.
I was without AC for a month...and without electricity for the entire year. Come May, they still hadn't managed to wire my classroom. The first few months of school nearly killed me.
Now we're moving into a sodden field with no buildings...yet. Let's just say it doesn't bode well...
It's also the second anniversary of Katrina...
and tomorrow my father's biopsy results come in. I'm just hoping it's not cancerous.
My mother and all her health problems are enough for me to deal with right now. I know that sounds selfish, but it's just the way it is.