The past week has been filled with reading for our graduate classes, slow mornings, visiting a friend’s home and simply enjoying the break from teaching classes. Labor Day is celebrated on May 1st here and it turns out to be like Spring Break for many people in education. As we approach holidays, the conversation with the English department regarding our teaching schedule is always entertaining for me. You see, even though we have a week long holiday, we have to make up for the days we miss by teaching classes on the weekend. The conversation usually goes something like so after engaging in some small talk:
Me: So…we’ll teach this weekend, right? (*head nods in response) What day is Saturday and Sunday then?
Department: What day is Saturday? Saturday is Saturday. Sunday is Sunday. OH! Saturday is Tuesday. Sunday is Wednesday.
Me: What about Monday?
Department: Monday is Monday. We do not change Monday.
Of course they don’t change Monday. How silly of me. I ask a couple more questions checking my comprehension and making sure that I have all the information I need before setting off to call my class monitors and cancel class for “Tuesday” and “Wednesday.”
Speaking of grad work, Kim had an extra couple hours of reading when we were coming back from our friend’s house. The bus we were on got a flat. No jack in hand, the bus operators flagged down a car and went somewhere to get one. No spare in hand, they took off the flat tire, flagged down a truck, loaded the tire and went back to somewhere to get it fixed. It took about 2½ hours longer to get home. The people on the bus weren’t worried about the time, so neither were we.
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