Election Day

When I was 8 years old, we did a mock election in my third grade class. I saw a woman’s name on the ballot, and instantly marked her as my choice. I didn’t know who she was or what party she ran for, but I had never seen a woman in such a high position, and it gave me hope. Someday, maybe someday, a woman could be president.

Today, 20 years later, I finally realized my dream of voting for a woman for real. I got to my polling location at 6:30 – right when they opened – so I could get my vote in before work. There were probably about 30 people who were already in line when I arrived. The line moved slowly, and I tried to read while I waited, while also trying to block out the women talking about Fox News behind me.

Finally, I made it to the front. I was a little nervous that I’d have trouble signing in because I got married this summer and changed my name – but there was no issue.

When I reached the voting booth, as I started my ballot, I had to pause for a moment as I searched for Hillary Clinton’s name. I felt like I was holding my breath as I stared at her name on the screen in front of me, taking in the moment. A million things were running through my brain, but one thing stuck out among the others:

I am about to vote for a woman for president.

And she might actually be our next president.

I felt myself tearing up a little, and then smiled.

I made my choice.

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SOL Day 4: Stress

This post is going to be short and sweet, because I have a lot of things I still need to accomplish tonight, and it’s already 10:30. I feel like my brain only gets to shut off for the 5 or 6 hours of sleep I get a night, and even then, I feel like I’m running a constant to-do list.

I thought that I would be a little more free tonight since my tutoring session was canceled, but here I am after 10 p.m., and I feel like I’ve barely accomplished anything, even though I feel like I haven’t stopped moving.

After school, I caught up on miscellaneous grading for missing assignments, then headed to the gym. After working out for an hour, I came home and made dinner, then read for a few minutes before having a professional Twitter chat at 7:30. An hour later, I tried to grade and plan for the week. I spent another hour reading, and here we are.

If I could micro-manage my day and not lose a single second of wasted time, I know that I would get a lot more done. Even if I just planned out my tasks for certain time slots (like grading from 6-7 p.m.), I would probably get more done. Speaking of grading, I only got one of the papers graded tonight that I planned to. Ugh.

And then things continue to build onto the current stress level. During these professional Twitter chats I am inspired, but I also start to feel a weight pressing down on my chest as I realize the educators I work with are completing fabulous lessons and I am starting to fall behind. I haven’t had a chance to read the new professional text they’re using in their classrooms and I should have done that already. One of my coworkers seems to work at lightning speed and I cannot seem to always keep up. I know this isn’t quite the reality, but this is how I start to feel.

I am a thinker, an observer, and I need more time to process than some people. I need more time in the day to be able to do this. It just isn’t possible. With teaching all day, completing professional work after school, and trying to balance working out, I am exhausted at the end of the day.

I need what we all need: more time. I know I am just preaching to the choir, but this is what has been on my mind tonight.

(This was not actually short – once I started writing, I just couldn’t stop.)