Computer reads something back to me, and I try my damnedest to focus on what I’m writing.  Teaching on the brain, talking about teaching and teaching myself to be a better teacher— shit, have to stop and listen.

Done.  Quiet in the house.  Got haircut, didn’t make it to mall to get clothes, still have to shower, do some planning for classes, and I’m off…  Turned on some music.  Have to send an email to a principal.  Methodical Mike is who types this, a new Mike, one committed to a life of education.. educating students, yes, but himself as well.  Going to library after English 100, to read up on teaching methods for high school, English rubric at the high school level, grading strategies, and whatever else I can find.

Should be hot again today…  Shit, need to email that principal.  Be back…

Back, but only for a couple seconds.  Not enough time, I swear.  Earlier this morning I was sure I’d get done everything I envisioned.  No.  Not so much.  But what can I do.  Whining will get NOTHING done, and I have so much more to do.  Goal for this evening: this fucking desk.  Clear it off, everything off…  Keep moving.  In the shower, I need to breathe, relax, meditate, think about the day and exactly what I want to happen.  Teach myself something.. so, library, need to research.

Someone asked me yesterday, “Where do you see yourself in 5 years?” Gave somewhat of an evasive response, but in my head the answer was already known and blaring, “Teaching full-time, writing…” Another answer was “Spending more time with my babies.” Five years… Jackie, 9, and Emmie, 5.  They won’t stop growing.  This, the cause for the shift.

Late to shower, by two— now three minutes.  Damnit.