10/30/2024
I’m tired. It’s only November. I just finished handing back an essay on “The Birthmark” that I assigned over three weeks ago, and I’m halfway through rewrites on Sojourner Truth’s “Ain’t I a Woman.” I still have group projects to grade, and we’re eight days away from the end of the first quarter. I won’t lie: I rewatched the last two episodes of season two of Interview with the Vampire last night when I could have been tackling those piles of paper. I’m a sucker for Sam Reid’s Lestat. Get the joke? But seriously, when is enough, enough? I should be allowed to unwind.
The first few months of a new school year are always hard for me. I’m learning students’ names. This year, I am teaching all sophomores, so the bright, curious faces are new to me. Honestly, I believe a few of them in my honors classes may actually be more well-read than I am. American literature is not my thing; I’m Brit lit born and bred.
In the summer, I exercise every day, eat healthy, and bicycle in the park. This morning, I packed a hard-boiled egg and a turkey sandwich—just turkey, nothing else—on gluten-free bread in my lunchbox. Out the door with my shoes in one hand and a chocolate chunk cookie shoved in my mouth. I ate that enticing lunch during 7th period while reviewing college essays for my last year’s juniors. “Can you take a looook, puleeese, Mrs. Hernandez?” Sure. In 42 minutes, one down. Good lunch.
Something has to change. So, I promise myself that I will hide for one period in an empty classroom to mark papers, allowing me to take half an hour at home to work out with Schellea and Lucy Wyndham Read, my personal YouTube trainers. Oh, and I will get to bed during the week by 9:30 p.m. each night.
These are my goals for the school year. Check in with me in a couple of months to see how I’m doing. In the meantime, I have to shove these fries from the cafeteria down my throat; I’ve got students coming for extra help!