Today was a Professional Development day. These are scattered haphazardly throughout the school year in order for teachers to get time to do tasks necessary to their professional growth, such as: downing a dozen tequila shots the night before; jetting off for a quick three-day weekend in the Bahamas; squeezing in an extra session with one's analyst; interviewing with private sector firms; scheduling dental appointments, etc.
My mentor Lukie flew to Iowa in order to see her boyfriend for the first time in six weeks. Most of the members of our 8th grade team called out "sick" or took a personal or vacation day. I went to the school, signed in, and returned home to work on a variety of homework assignments. I finished two take-home tests, more than 100 pages of reading for English Methods, and a bottle of red wine. Still to go this weekend: a learning styles interview; a three-page personal learning style assessment; research for a 20-minute presentation on gender bias in public education; research for a 10-minute group presentation on learning styles; an idea for a month-long unit plan; a suicide note.
I'm still sick. The sinus infection from two weeks ago has lodged in my chest. There's no time for a doctor's visit, so I'm medicating myself with ginger, cayenne pepper, honey, bee pollen, garlic, and an excellent $15 rioja. Within two weeks I'm sure I'll have walking pneumonia, but I went to the doctor when I first felt ill and they sent me home with no meds and an assurance I was fine. God bless America's health care system.