I bought a book of German for beginners maybe four or five years ago; I’d have to check the Amazon archives. For all of the time that I was in Spain I was certain that I would make a trip there, but It just never came to be. I came close I suppose, with a brief stay in Vienna, which I loved, but I’m still determined to make it to Deutschland. A masters degree and four years of teaching later I guess I found the energy to try again. Italian was a failed attempt for me to add another language to my resume. I really enjoyed taking the class and being a student, but I kept confusing it with Spanish. I decided German was/ is totally different but not so different that I would want to cry like if I were to try to learn Japanese or Hungarian or…who knows what else.
So here I am with my morning coffee furiously writing notes off of a YouTube video, and I suddenly came out of the fog and thought, is this really the best use of my time when I’m not totally certain what I’m teaching in AP next week? (not totally = not at all).
As you may or may not know, I love a good quote, and a good quote can sometimes perfectly encapsulate a whole essay of feelings and spare everyone the trouble. However quotes about wasting time leads you through a dark Pinterest abyss about failed relationships and being your own queen and goddess and other such things that I’m really not into.
I realized that trying to learn another language probably isn’t really a waste of time. I might not make it to the finish line, but I’ve also watched 4 episodes of Girlfriends Guide to Divorce instead of doing (laundry, grading, cooking, cleaning, calling family and friends etc.). And those are like almost hour long episodes, so yikes. Also not relateable at all.
I guess I just got this guilty feeling because some of my colleagues are real over achievers, coaching, getting their masters degree, ESL endorsement, reading endorsement, have entire families, and more. My share out at our meeting was that I got my nails done.
Just to be clear though I really earn my money every day mostly during 2nd 3rd and 8th period. It mentally and physically wipes me out, and bless the people that do more. For me though, it’s a no. What more can I do after arguing with a kid that Fidel Castro and Tupac would not have been and never will be friends?
I suppose that having my “me time” and “wasting time” and “living my best life” and doing all of those other millennial style things keep me sane. It’s hard not to feel guilty about it, but also I made a specific life choice/ choices to get me to this point, so there. For now Campbell is my baby and I get to squeeze that crazy little nugget tonight. He has more teeth now, so I just have to try to not get in the biting zone which could prove to be quite difficult given his cute factor. I think tia loca is just who I am right now, or according to google translate verrückte Tante. Tschüss!