Because I am still on "milk permission", I get to leave school an hour-and-a-half early every day. They arranged my schedule accordingly. There are two days I have to leave a little bit later, and every day its at most an hour early, because I go up the hill to pick up Teoman - and by the time I've convinced him to stop playing in the snow, accept the fact that we are not going to his best friend Mina's, and whatever else delay plan he has - I've lost a half hour. Then I drive home - and at best I've got home half-an hour before the school day is finished.
But I'll take every minute.
This has made my job actually more difficult. My lessons are packed into the mornings from 8 to 1pm, then I eat, pump milk, have a meeting and leave. he car ride home, Teoman tends to sing songs at the top of his lungs. Made up songs about superheroes, bombs, Jesus, and snow, and I get home and its the kids that now need me from 4-9pm where I promptly pass out alongside of them from a non-stop day.
But it's a good day.
My English team had a meeting after I left yesterday - and for the first time this year - acted like a team. They got together, divided up sections of the next book we are teaching, and took different aspects. Not only that, of the five sections, one person volunteered to take my section because of my schedule and limited planning time.
I just felt this huge sigh. Finally a team - and then a huge bonus helping hand. I am so grateful.
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