I’M QUESTIONING the wisdom of having dropped another day of ESL class.
I dropped Mondays to be in Columbus, of course. But after the 3rd week, I dropped Tuesdays, too. I would go to class on Tuesdays and be fine, then come home and crash. I think my body was trying to tell me something. So I dropped Tuesdays, just until we are done with the weekly runs to Columbus.
It was a risky move. I’m down to one day a week now and I’m not sure I realized this before, but working with the refugees gave me three solid blocks of time a week when I was completely absorbed in a task serving others. No cracks left open for my own concerns to creep in. I’d struck a nice balance. (This isn’t about denial, just good management.)
Cutting class time to two days was okay.
Cutting it to one, I’m not so sure.
But it’s only until mid-July.
Meanwhile, we keep tweaking schedules and refining the packing of overnight bags.