High School

Oh how I longed for them. I really need to digest what my Ausbilder are telling me, their suggestions for improvement. But being in the daily grind there is hardly any time to do so, because there is always a lesson that needs to be prepared or a lesson that I want to show – and those need even more preparation, especially writing the Unterrichtsentwurf. And then there is La Primavera, who waits eagerly when I come home and wants to play with me. Preparing lessons is only possible when she is in bed.

I am looking forward to process my experience. And to sleep in, at least as much as one can sleep in with a 1 1/2 year old.


It is funny how quickly one turns into the cliché of a teacher: just waiting for the vacation to start. And I do not even have that many classes to teach.

I am looking forward to go to the Netherlands for a couple of days and visit friends of mine. Luckily I have no exams to grade. A couple of days before this trip I will attend a conference and present a paper.This feels a little bit weired. I wrote the paper some months ago, while i was still a SAH mom, and felt more like an ABD than a teacher. This has changed. I sort of feel home at school, feel most of the time comfortable teaching (and thus have only received positive feedback from my advisors) – and academia is so so so far away. I will read the paper again on the trip to the conference. It will be interesting to read it with so much distance.

And suddenly it is the end of March. I had thought that starting the Referendariat would make me finally become a more regular writer again, but quite the contrary. Orientation week was hellish – suddenly I was away from home for 12, 13 hours. I was relieved that La Primera (lets name The New Cohabitant this way and see if that fits) adjusted so well – she and Mi Marido (ah well, how about a new name for The Husband as well) had a good time.

Teaching is fun and work. Some classes are more fun than others.  I am constantly thinking about the next teaching unit. And I am like a cliché teacher – I long for the vacation. I long for sorting papers. The files on my desk grow and grow and grow each time In turn around.

I am a working mom. Orientation week starts tomorrow and I am excited and wondering how everything will turn out. I enjoyed the last month home with our baby who in a couple of days will turn into a toddler, and infant and no longer be a baby anymore.

Wow. The last 12 months just flew by so quickly it is hard to find words that can describe my thoughts.

at least that’s how I feel. Not knowing what I want to do career wise, waiting for the Referendariat to begin, drowning in papers and preparation and unfinished projects and sorting through the backups of backups of backups – I never took the time to organize all my backups when the hard disk crashed a year ago. So now I do and I am facing just too many files and folders from various computers I had.

And I fucked up writing a thesis royally.

at least that’s how it feels. On Thursday I was working on relearning the basics. I am amazed how much time I had before the New Cohabitant moved in, and how thriftlessly I made use of all that time. Now I need to make sure I am not wasting the precious time I have for myself. With blogging, for example.

Friday, however, I had to run s lot of little errants like proofreading an article. Which unfortunately made me realize that there is a mistake in an article that is currently in the print. Nothing that will change the course of the world. Not that my academic field would be capable of that anyway. The mistake is something along the line “Hoboken Daily Paper’s headline on March 8th 1984 stated that grass is green (author date page).” Now I found the archive paper and no, the headline does not exists, and grass is not green but has various shades of green and yellow and brown. I _could_ have checked that, but I believed author. And that bothers me. A lot.

But then I spent time with the New Cohabitant and a smile makes everything irrelevant.

Deadlines are very fruitful for my work progress. The problem with preparing for the Referendariat is that there is not a real deadline when I have to hand in something visible. So I will use this space again.

On the other hand I guess it would be useful not to start the morning with reading blogs and tweets but instead start working and postpone the reading for the evening. Like blogging. Alas, the force of habit.

I guess next time I am in the town I will buy an hour-glass, just as Percanta recommended.

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