SoBored (Worse than Sobered)

Well, this practicum is going so much better than the last one. Wait, perhaps "better" is the wrong word. It's just different. For instance, I actually have time to sleep which is nice, and I don't have to concoct lesson plans from scratch.

This new situation has its pluses and its minuses. Mostly I think I'm just bored. It's not that I'm bored with what I'm teaching, or with what I'm doing. I'm just bored with the fact that I feel guilty if my downtime isn't spent planning or thinking about lessons; also, there's nothing to do in London except shop, and I can't handle tossing myself into the giftmas throng.

The routine is driving me crazy. At the very least the routine of university was switched up with days where I decided to play hookie and go for a drive, or stay in bed and watch movies, or bake cookies, or read, or visit friends. That's all gone out the window now. It's difficult to play hookie from a "job," and it's especially impossible to get away from a teaching job.

I've been told that the students will notice if I'm not there. In certain classes I might disagree, but that's another story.

It's a sad state of affairs when grocery shopping is the most exciting house outing we have every week. In fact, it's often the ONLY house outing. Hopefully this will be rectified on Thursday, since I hear there are plans to go toss back a few. I am really looking forward to it, providing we go somewhere that isn't covered in gnarled holy that threatens to swallow me whole.

The more experience I get, the more I realize that I won't be able to go through my first teaching year alone. That social network and support system will HAVE to be there, otherwise I will just crumble up and cry.

I hope it all works out. Somehow it's going to have to.