Somehow, weirdly, this seems to be my 16th year of back-to-school time while actually working in a school?
I’m not sure how that happened. But I love where I am, so no matter how weirded out I get, don’t expect that to be changing before year #17.
Much of what I’m doing is exactly the same. Parents still don’t want to do a registration packet every year. They don’t know why they should fill out a PHLOTE (Primary Home Language Other Than English) every year (to be honest, neither do I, but it’s required) and they don’t want to fill out the lunch form when they have every intention of making their child a delicious and healthy lunch every day.
Lots of it is different. We’re a private school, so I’m the one making sure the scholarship applications get done and turned in and accepted. That is not particularly fun, let me tell you. Knowing that if I lose track of one piece of paper for one of four scholarships for one of eighty-five children we could lose anywhere from $375 to $23,506…well, at that point the child misses out too, because if they can’t pay tuition we can’t keep the school open…
Yeah. Don’t like that part. So far, so good (knock on wood!) and I’ve kept my school afloat, but I don’t like that part at all.
School started last week on Thursday. Housemate and I (she also works at a school) worked a lot of overtime and came home and put our feet up and complained in soft tired voices about our days. Every day last week. One day, I got done(ish) at my school and went to help at hers, and we got home at 9 p.m.
No matter how prepared we try to be, we never are prepared.
I’m not actually complaining (much.) Like I said, I love where I am. I love working with kids but not all day, and I love taking care of the people doing AMAZING work with said kids.
Mostly I’m just making excuses for why my new routines are not doing so great. *ducks*
But I’m still trying!