procrastination
Alright.
I'm starting World and English Lit co-ops on the 6th of September. I know what I want to cover, I done the book lists, I've written out the authors, etc. Now I have to sit down and do a plan. You know, divide everything up through the year so I know what I'm covering. I've put it off. That would be why I now have to do it. I put it off because i absolutely hate this part of teaching. Then I have to start working on lecture notes, etc. That I don't mind so much. Unfortunately I can't do that until I do the first. Why? Why in life must the unpleasant things happen before the pleasant? It's always this way. If you want to enjoy a roller-coaster, you have to drive to the theme park and stand in line. If you want dessert, you have to eat the beets. If you want a relationship, you have to go through the tortorous process of a first, awkward conversation. Arg. [pause for a corny joke told to me by J.C.: Where to pirates go to eat? Aarrrrrrrby's] I should, in fact, being planning now. Instead I'm making fliers for a kick-off meeting tomorrow where, hopefully, I'll pick up some more students.
Added into all of this mix, I'm coming up with a stretching routine for basketball practice. That's harder than it sounds as it consists of looking at multiple routines that different good coaches use and deciding what will work for us. And then, the reader's theatre that the youth group is doing under my direction performs in church on Sunday. The props aren't finished. There isn't a whole lot, but with the dress rehearsal tonight, I have to get that done. I'm not a very good delegator, either. Plus, there's some minor sewing involved and my sister doesn't like to sew.
On top of it all is the lingering issue of what I'm to do with myself after this school year. I know it isn't imminent, but my brain keeps popping it into the foreground when I have regularly minimized it so I don't have to look at it, yet. [you know I'm a little loopy when I start using computer metaphors] I'll be very glad when the youth drama is finished because that will be one less thing on my plate. Then the basketball. Then I get to add trying to write. I'm not really even sure where to begin. Do I just start writing something I like and then try to get it published? Do I look for small freelance jobs that I can do at home? ARG. I think too much.
On that note, I must off to paint hilts on wooden swords and sew sashes for angelic beings. Then I get to start on procrastinated lesson plans. I need a schedule. I'm not very self-motivated. Sigh.