Thursday, October 15, 2015

Silence

For the first time in 17 or so years of teaching, I am missing Parent Teacher Conferences.  I happen to like these.  It is like a party.  We sit, chat, laugh...  It's fun.  I even considered starting to serve baked goods and tea in the future.

But...

Starting Monday, I started to feel a bit unwell.  I had a slight sore throat Tuesday, but made it through that day's afternoon session of conferences.  I had an evening union meeting and dinner.  It all went to hell that night.  As the night proceeded, my voice and pain got worse.  Monday and Tuesday nights involved waking up drenched in sweat.  However, Wednesday was school wide PSAT administration and I was administering.  I could not call out.  I had studied the book (as it turned out, the wrong book was given to me) and was ready.  I just could not speak.  I could croak and squeak, but not speak.  I knew I was needed because those with kids taking the test in other schools could not administer.  They were being used elsewhere in the building.  Well, I get there to pick up the materials and the head of guidance hears me and brains took over.  She got someone to sub for me.  I just helped out around the building for the morning.  I apparently have no brains for even trying to do the job.  Sigh....

Then I tried to teach.  Oh boy.  I was trying to go over our quarterly exam reviews.  Well, as one kid put it, with my arthritis bothering me in my hips and fingers, and now this, I am falling apart.  So...  Here I am, online after a sick day at home, waiting for parents to e-mail me since I cannot be there.  So far, nothing.  Kind of like the conferences themselves.  I had a total of six on Tuesday.  They were all fun and nice....  But that's a lot of down time in between visits.

To kill time at home (I hate doing nothing) I tried to decorate for Halloween.  I couldn't even finish that.  Too woozy.  But my answer when hubby asked if I was going to work tomorrow?  "Of course!  Don't be silly."

Now I must take a break to check out the attic.  Millie was at the door howling and screaming.  I thought her paw was stuck under the door.  Nope.  We either have a wayward animal or a ghost....  

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