"A meeting?" I stopped. It was 1:30, the end of my day on Tuesdays, and I couldn't think of any meetings I had been told about. Which didn't mean much.
"You're our asesora. Are we meeting today?"
By now I was surrounded by several eager faces, all looking at me expectantly.
"I'm your .... what?" I tried to smile back at them, but I had a bad feelings about this asesora business.
"You're our asesora. Do you want to meet with us today?" They looked like they wouldn't mind a free period, I thought, and besides, I had no idea what an asesora's job was or why I was supposed to be one.
"I'm going to need to get some more information," I said, "So no, we won't meet today."
My students didn't look too unhappy to have more free time, and as I met up with my mentor/carpool buddy Delfina, I sputtered the story out. She just smiled.
"I always try to get out of being an asesora. The kids pick you, and they ask you, but I always say I'm too busy."
"What does an assesora do?" I asked.
She launched into a description that began with the always-infamous "They just..." By the time she told me about the parade I would be helping organize next Tuesday on Independence day (a non-work day) I wasn't so sure the honor of being selected by the class was quite worth it. Organize part of a parade? Keep track of 37 student's grades and behaviors in their 6 classes in the two 50 minute periods I have free during my teaching week? Be a counselor to them without neglecting my other 175 students? Help them file complaints against other teachers, if need be? Meet with the group once a week during my off hours? Hmmmm.......
(to be continued)
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Yowza... looks like once again, no good deed goes unpunished, eh? Good thing you have some time-management skills!
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