Que un dia!

What a day it has been. It started off we me realizing that I had not made the 11 necessary copies of the graphic organizers I needed for class that day--graphic organizers I had custom made and spent several hours on. So I arrived at class with no handouts and a rumpled spirit.

To my utter joy, all of my students were in class today--very impressive since summer school officially ended last week. Teach for America is going for one more week so this last week is optional for the children. Most teachers lost at least half their class. To have every student back is such a blessing...

A blessing which I had to remember today as they tried my patience. I had two students earn hall conference talks and one earn the teacher-death-glare from my CMA. (The last thing any teacher wants is another teacher to have to discipline their students).

After teaching, I reached into my bag to turn my cell phone off. To my chagrin, I realized that I had in fact lost my cellular device. Sweet.

During lesson planning clinic, I was promptly rebuked by my CMA for a question I had ask--a question that she misunderstood, but which I was too mortified to clarify.

I managed to survive the school day without shedding a tear. However, I immediately crawled into my bed and slept for a short spell...a short spell that turned into a long spell. I awoke around 5:30 and prepared for a quick bit to eat. Before doing that, I checked my email. To my horror, I found this email in my inbox:

Britt-
If you refer to the email I sent about ODCs last Thursday, you will see in the attached action plan that our ODC was to happen this evening at 5pm. As it is now 5:20, I will assume you are not coming. I called your phone twice and you didn't respond. I am worried and I hope that everything is ok. If everything is not ok, please let me know so that I can help. If you missed the meeting because you didn't realize when it was, or because you forgot then we will discuss that more tomorrow. There is not a whole lot of time in my week to reschedule so we will also discuss how and when we will meet tomorrow morning.

Call me if I can help...

The note doesn't seem ominous to the untrained eye but I assure there are very dark undertones hidden within the text. "We will discuss that more tomorrow" means that I will yet again be tracked. Have I told you of Teach for America's awful tracking system? Let's just say that it is similar to having the CIA monitor every move you make. It's all rather disconcerting.

In an attempt to get organized, I decided next to sit down and figure out tomorrow's agenda. Unfortunately, I threw away a very important piece of paper that told me where and when I needed to be tomorrow. How unfortunate.

So at this point I have forgotten my lesson plans, had an unruly class, lost my cell phone, been rebuked, skipped out on my boss and been tracked and lost my schedule. To finish things off, I received an email announcing that I had 6 books overdue and if they were not returned by tomorrow, I would pay for each book. Great. I headed down to the library and found all but 1 on the shelf. The one elusive title is Curious George. Figures.

At about 8:30 I thought it best for me to go and have a prayer/whine session with God. I left realizing something: It doesn't matter. That's right, it doesn't matter. God is still God and worthy of my whole life. I am still a daughter of the Most High God who is love with an unwavering love. I still have been called to this place and I will forever be able to do all things through Christ who gives me strength.

I will be anxious for nothing but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, I will let my requests be known to God.

One might think that with such a