Now that I'm retired, MONDAYS aren't nearly as difficult as they were when I worked full time. As a teacher, I had to face class after class of teens who had had too much fun on the weekend, so they had trouble staying awake and paying attention in class. That was just on Mondays.
On TUESDAYS, they were more awake, which posed a different set of problems. Some wanted to be class clowns, which was typically "unfunny" when I was trying to teach Shakespeare or sentence diagramming.
WEDNESDAYS, otherwise known as "hump day" (Ya know what day it is??) gave students renewed energy to make it to the weekend and all their (too many, I believe) activities that would take the wind out of their sails yet again.
Ah, THURSDAYS, a.k.a. the day before Friday! Students were usually back into the routine of the school week, even paying attention, albeit begrudgingly. They would actually deign to study for announced tests.
FRIDAYS was every student's favorite: we often had pep rallies near the end of the day to pump everyone up for the Friday night games, but these wreaked havoc on a teacher's carefully-laid lesson plans for that day.
Was it really as bad as all that? Sometimes no, sometimes yes, often much more difficult. But such is the career of teaching. And I loved it. Sometimes I miss it, but I am very happy in retirement, spending lots of time with the grands and granddawgs. Life is good.
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| Moi with the lovable grands |
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| Sweet granddawg Bruno |
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| Feisty granddawg Sunny |
Family . . . you gotta love 'em!
