i forget who used to always say stuff and things. hm.
settling into the new job.
the afterschool program picks up for me this week.
not super enthused about it because it's 4 hours with the same students in one week.
i get two classes back to back with them on 2 days a week.
i'm already doing 23 hours of other classes.
so i essentially plan for 4 to 8 lessons a week. and i have 6 ish hours of office time to plan and make materials for all of them.
busy doesn't begin to describe it. (i think i might be working as much as if not more than my coteachers........ hard to say.. in sheer terms of in-class time, yes i am. but what they do outside of class might be more than me... they do more paperwork and stuff.)
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i'm slowly throwing away the stuff J left here. i don't need his old crusty sugar or salt. i don't need his cooking oil or any of those things.
i'm trying to figure out how to dispose of this old electric piano.
a friend of mine told me to make a scary story about it. i want to. i have a basic story in my head... but i have to film it. to see the true horror of how it sounds... it has to be a movie.
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Why did J have cooking stuff if he hardly cooked?