Tomorrow Tuana turns one. I am so happy and proud and enjoying the kids, but for work - it means tomorrow is my last day of "milk permission". My official permission to leave work an hour and a half early every day. The milk permission makes it so my lessons are crammed into a short time, and I have no planning time at school or home - but those stolen minutes are precious to me.
And Wednesday - my principal asked that I would stay late for a meeting to fix our English team problem. Today, she caught me again - he cover didn't show and she saw me with my coat and book bag and asked me to watch the class while she had to find this person. She didn't wait for an answer.
I waited at the door. She returned unsuccessful from her mission, and I asked permission to leave. "What will I do then?" She said thinking out loud. "I'll have to stay here because I have no way of getting help... will you go down and tell Tumay to make an all-school-call for Tatiana."
Tumay was in the opposite direction. Her phone was in her hand. I did as she asked ... but motivated only by the fact that I'm going to ask for extended milk permission.
Precious minutes. I want them all back, and more.
Happy birthday to Tuana!
ReplyDeleteI just caught up on you -- but still wondering if you've gotten my comments or email or Teoman's birthday greeting??? Hang in there, girl -- you've got a LOT on your plate but you've got a LOT of grace for the life you've chosen!! Praying you're healthy and that the winter gets moving! xoxoxo