In the wee hours of the morning, I sneak out of bed to do some work. Work. That is my catch all term for school work and doctoral work.
While my son is in his piano or art class, I sneak away to the bookstore for a few moments of browsing through the shelves.
While everyone else eats cafeteria food, I sneak away to the corner sandwich place by myself. It's my time to meditate and ruminate the day.
While my son and husband are in the pool, I sneak away for a mani-pedi. (Is that OK to say on a serious teacher blog??)
While my students are doing independent reading, I sneak around to observe their reading positions, what they're reading, and how engaged they seem to be. Then, I confer with them, one-on-one, about what they're reading.
When my students are in the "flow" of reading and writing, I sneak away and let them be. Later, I come back to talk, listen, learn, and teach.
Sneaking away and around is a good thing.
It gives me an escape,
lets me observe what's going on around me,
before I act.
Cross posted to March Slice of Life, Day #30.