Wednesday
A day devoted to recovery and self-care. I felt like absolute crap after my students’ behavior the day before. I dreaded not only going back into the classroom, but having to confront the teachers about my schedule and the behavior of their classes. I started the day with some French toast and coffee.
I had an appointment to recharge my bus card in Crémieu at 11, so Mme Bodet drove with me and helped me pay because the reader rejects my American card. I was able to pay her back in cash when we got to the car.
Back in Anthon around 12, I started to prepare for lunch. I got some pizza dough ready and left it to puff up while I did some chores. I’ve been on the road on weekends, so my landlady offered to do my laundry Wednesday morning. I spent some time hanging clothes as I listened to the news.
I had some pizza for lunch and then set to work emailing the other teachers. I wrote a detailed note to the Tuesday teacher to let her know what happened (she has not responded as of this writing on Saturday). Next, I wrote to the teacher who told me they were changing my schedule without my consent to tell her that I had obligations on Fridays and was unavailable to teach those days. I told her that I thought it would not be beneficial to change my schedule as I would not be able to offer tailored lessons to each new class, as it would be difficult to ascertain their language level with just six weeks left.
I spent the rest of the day watching Taskmaster on Youtube and making the baby blanket for my landlady’s grandkids. I wrote in my journal, got to talk to a friend on video chat, and was wracked with anxiety dreading a response from literally anyone. I hoped that the next day would be better.
Mary-Est-En-France 