Yup. That was blood sugar crashing that you heard last night. I probably didn’t eat enough. And yet, I ate too much. I felt it crashing while I was exercising. I don’t think it should have crashed. But what do I know? Just the basic biology of it, and apparently my body is ignoring biology. Or something else is going on.
Just like in the real world, I never have enough money or elixir in Clash of Clans to upgrade anything. When I look at all the house and yard stuff that needs to get done this summer, I am constantly reminded of that. There is only so much I can do. I wake up at 5 AM worrying about everything that needs to get done. This morning it was grades. Grades are due today. I got most of it done last night. My son asks me if I’m ever vengeful about grades, like THAT kid was SO annoying…I do think about that kid, but I always let the points rule…the only thing that plays with me is if they were really trying and it’s close to popping up a grade. Then I’ll adjust. That’s nice, though, not vengeful. I don’t ever go the other way. That would be what my students would do…that’s why they always accuse us of hating them, because everything to them is black or white, love or hate. Somehow they tie their grades to love and hate. I tie grades to percentages, to what you actually handed in. I don’t even look at names when I grade. I just process the info and provide a score based on a rubric I set up and gave to them, so honestly, they could grade their own papers if they’d be honest about it (most of them wouldn’t…hell, most adults wouldn’t either. I am strangely honest.).
So school continues for three more days, but it’s this weird in-between world of school, where nothing counts and there is nothing you can hold against them. It’s survival of the fittest (the kids may not know that we are the fittest, but we are). Teachers are sniping at each other, because it’s the end and we’re all stressed. That’s not good, but it happens. Then we don’t see each other all summer (work friends? only?) and that 8 weeks seems to clear the brain again for starting over. I’d be OK seeing them over break, I think, but I am the one with no life. Remember?
You may not know this about me, but apparently it drives my kids nuts that I don’t eat cereal with a spoon. Or my hands. Yes, I’m strange that way. Hey, I’m the one who does the dishes. And if I were in public, I’d use a spoon. Maybe. If I felt like it. I’m caring less and less about what I look like in public. I’m not sure it matters.
Mostly I use silverware…and how does the boychild get to criticize? I barely got him to use silverware in the last 5 years, and he’s still not great at the whole knife thing. He’d rather redefine whatever it is as finger food.
I’m looking forward to some brain space in the next few days. Graduation for the boychild is tomorrow, but I see it as stitching time (seriously, it’s three hours and he’s graduating with honors, so he’ll be in the first group). Maybe I’ll read a book out there on the grass with the sun beating down on me. It wouldn’t be so bad. I should remember to bring food though. Stupid blood sugar.
Kathy Nida 