The Perfect Storm

As an ALT (Alternative Language Teacher), my schedule is pretty fluid. Some weeks, I'll have a few classes; some weeks I'll have many. The ninensei (2nd year) supervisor makes my schedule for me, while the ichinensei (first year) supervisor lets me make my own schedule. I like the latter better, because it means I can tweak things in such a way so I don't get one day with 5 classes in a row. But, every once in a while, I get what I like to call The Perfect Storm. These are weeks where everything happens at once. And going through a Perfect Storm Week feels a bit like this:
perfect storm week
Yes, the screaming is accurate.
Such was my week. I am so glad it's Friday, and this Perfect Storm Week is over. In fact, I'm so drained, I've decided to keep my Saturday free so I can recover! Why was it a Perfect Storm Week? I had every class of both ninensei and ichinensei (a total of 16 classes and 600-some students), plus I had to make 4 lesson plans, plus I got my first round of homework to grade (which I didn't make much of a dent in because of everything else), plus the sennensei (third year) and ninensei teachers asked for help with test question editing, plus a student came to me to ask for help studying for his entrance exam into a prestigious international school in Japan. To make matters worse, my coffee maker broke this morning. And that was before I got a cup of coffee, so I went to school without my usual morning ritual of sitting and sipping a good, strong, black cup o'joe.
I missed my morning cup of joe.
I'd been worried for a while the coffee maker might be breaking. Every time I put water into it, I'd get a small puddle around the base of the coffee maker. Well, today, I put in the water and suddenly there was an elephant sized puddle leaking out from the coffee maker. In a desperate attempt to stop the flow, I grabbed the kitchen towel, picked up the coffee maker, and tried to wipe the spill up. Did you know that the water reservoir in coffee makers might be detachable? I did not. So, the water reservoir detached and was the only thing left in my hand. The rest? It went flying. Coffee and water ended up everywhere. For a minute, I just stood in the wreckage of my counter, the pungent aroma of ground coffee beans filtering to my nose, and finally said, "Well...shit." It seemed appropriate at the time. I tried to clean up the mess as best I could (but left half to be cleaned when I returned), and by that time I had to grab my shoes and run out the door. I didn't even have time to make a back-up cup of green tea. And it caused me to forget my lunch. It threw my whole day off, I can tell you. So yeah, glad today's Friday and this week is over.

Article by Himani

Himani enjoys a diverse life of trying to survive the educational world (now in Japan!) while still having time to participate in her hobbies like writing, reading, cooking, and photography. Prone to sarcasm and impatience, she's still trying to rise above the little things.

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