I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow. I had a week off, and I’ve very much enjoyed not being there. I dread going to work daily anyway, but I’m especially dreading it right now. I don’t enjoy my job anymore. At all.
I know that the kids are going to be wired, after a few days off, and won’t want to behave. I know that my choir class is going to fight me, like they do every day. I know that the 7th grade percussionists are going to fight me, like they do every day. I know that even though we made them take their instruments home over the break and told them to practice, I know most of them won’t have practiced, and we’ll have taken several steps back. It will be frustrating to all of us to have to spend 2-3 days getting back to where we were. And we have a concert in less than two weeks. The seventh graders aren’t even CLOSE to being ready. Especially not the percussionists. And he thinks that eighth grade can do Noel, but I REALLY don’t think they can— so now we’ll have to scramble to find a third song for them that can be worked up quickly.
And the high school band hasn’t worked on Christmas music in a week and a half. They still don’t know for sure what songs they’re even playing at the Christmas concert.
I’ll have to get to work at 6:00 AM tomorrow to work on stuff I need to get done before school starts. I’m not looking forward to getting up that early. And then I have to stay until 5:00 with kids who practice after school. And if he leaves me in charge alone all day to work on other things again, like he did last week on both Thursday and Friday, I will not be happy at all.
I hate the choir class. Hate it. Luckily, next week will be Christmas caroling, and that will be easy enough, but making it through this week will be a struggle. I keep reminding myself that I only have one real week left with them. This week, then caroling week, then finals week. Only one real week left with choir. I can make it. I think. And they’re far from ready for Christmas caroling, and won’t be ready by next week, but that’s something that I can’t fix. They’re just going to have to sound bad. Half of them can’t match pitch and/or sing, anyway. They’re only in choir because they have to be, not because they want to be, and not because they have any talent. They have the WORST attitudes EVER, and it’s a constant struggle to get them to do what I tell them to do without them arguing.
Oh, and the other choir classes have their concerts this week. That means I probably will be in charge of all band alone, because he’ll have to be in there making sure all the choirs are ready for their concert.
If I can make it through this week, I can make it until Christmas. I can do this.
I just caught myself singing “O mio gattino caro” to the cat, to the tune of “O mio babbino caro”… and I even know enough Italian to create my own second phrase (Ti amo, bella, bella). Now I’m working on creating my own song— in full Italian— called “O mio gattino caro.”
My cat is so precious, you guys.
I caught her spraying a piece of furniture, so I gave her a big spanking. She ran off and hid for about a minute, then she came back in the room, meowing softly. I held out my finger for her to come to me, and she literally dragged herself across the ground on her stomach, with her head down. She reached me, meowed very quietly, and rubbed my finger. She was so ashamed of herself. Now she’s curled up in my lap, purring.