Sorry, work rant again.
These new books. I have one that I need two days to teach one unit. I have one day a week with the class. My boss is the co-teacher. I initially asked for help, especially the reading comprehension section because it was difficult. No problem she says. We aren’t doing any comprehension now.
Today she comes by and says, you didn’t do the comprehension questions with them. Me: speechless. Uh, you were supposed to do those. But they’re more conversation based and I think you should do them. Me: speechless. I only have one day and I need to do the vocabulary, speaking and grammar parts. She says it’s better if the Korean teacher does the grammar. Me: speechless. The last unit of grammar? “there is” and “there are”. I can teach a blind, deaf, mute monkey how to use there is and there are. So now the students have to translate the reading (hahahahaha, like that’s going to happen). This still leaves me with trying to do 2 days of work in 1. And my boss wonders why I get stressed out. I have no idea.
Why the change? She can’t keep up with the material she has to teach. She put the class in the wrong level. Not my problem.
Now I’m going to see what might be on TV but probably will watch a movie. “Instinct” is queued up in VLC.
And someday I promise I’ll get back to the real reason I started this blog. But in a way, it’s all relevant. Stress makes the fibro makes the PTSD worse. On and on like an oh so wonderful merry-go-round.