I had a tough week on a few levels, so I was behind at work and on My Stupid Master’s Degree™. Long story short, I failed to meet the Wednesday 4:00pm deadline for submitting my quarter grades for upload by the technology guy. I didn’t think this was such a big deal because I like to enter my grades into the web-based program myself, which I was frantically doing during my prep period on Thursday morning, when I got an email from my assistant principal asking me to please get my act together and enter the grades pronto.
This email triggered my Automatic Guilt Reflex, so later that day when a request for attendance committee members appeared in my inbox, I volunteered immediately. Even more alarming, when one of my cutest sophs asked if I would please, pretty please, chaperone just a little bit of the Sadie Hawkins dance, I found myself agreeing.
I tell you, sometimes I’m really sorry I was raised Catholic.
3 comments:
You married into the right family.
I handed in my fellowship paper late, and the next thing I knew, I had volunteered to help move all the stuff out of the old Roosevelt Institute office into the new one.
This guilt reflex is a real chore...
Must you walk around with a flash light separating students who are "grinding sexually" like the article in the paper indicated?
I think there might be some grinding monitoring, yes. I plan to only chaperone for like an hour. We'll see how that goes.
I'm glad to know i'm not the only one who compulsively volunteers. it's kind of a bad problem.
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