It’s been one of those seasons where, now that I’m out here in NYC….maybe it’s the weather..maybe it’s because I haven’t quite fully adjusted to living here yet…but I find myself often asking…what’s next?
The current outside temperature is 53 degrees. The degree to which I love my commute now fluctuates, depending upon whether I feel the onset of a frostbitten nose or the slow and excruciating necrosis of my phalanges. In other words, the weather is kicking my ass.
- I need a vacation.
- I miss my family and friends.
- I miss Tobie.
Today marks my 3rd month as an official resident of New York City.
What can I say? I love this place more and more with each passing day.
I get the next two days off from school for Rosh Hashanah. This is quite a change for me as I’m used to celebrating Cesar Chavez, Cinco de Mayo, 50 Cent’s album releases and every now and then, a school lock-down.
We had Back-2-School night tonight. This was definitely a first where more than half of my student’s parents actually showed up. I have to say that I’d rather have over-bearing parents who care too much about their kids than parents who are non-existent and don’t give a crap about their kids (aka majority of the parents of my students back in Lawndale).
Tonight, on my way back home from Union Square, on the 6 train, I was hit on……by a deaf man.
I boarded the 5 Express train, found an empty seat (next to nobody) and proceeded to play Brickbreaker.
Just taking a break from prepping for tomorrow’s “Back-2-School Night”. Well, we’re on Week 4 of school and all I can say is, I freaking love where I’m working, my 5th grade team of teachers and my students. At this rate, the move out of NYC may be extended…..indefinitely (jk).
It’s not even October yet and I’m freezing my ass off.
I have been going into work wearing long-sleeve shirts and on occasion, turtlenecks. Some of my colleagues give me puzzling looks while others just ask, “Aren’t you hot?”
…of school left but who’s counting?
As much as I love my profession, the beginning of the school year is always a pain in the a$$. I love being a teacher because I love teaching but nowadays, it feels as if I’m spending most of my time and energy on paperwork, legal IEP documents and the politics of work.