Division Essay REVISED
My life has grown to be in repetitive motion. My days are
filled with being a different person to different people. I'm
not sure if it's like this being a man, but I know as a woman,
I have to wear many hats. I wear the same three hats day
after day, week after week.
My first hat starts with my husband. Each day it's the same
routine. I make his morning coffee and breakfast and pack
him a lunch to take to work. I cook supper 98% of the time
and clean up afterwards. I schedule his appointments, take
care of the banking and finances, and at the end of a long
day I finish out my wifely duties, if you know what I mean.
Okay, not every day!!
My second hat that I wear is my Mom hat. this one can be
very challenging at times. I also start the day with cooking
them breakfast and packing their lunches for school. I
remind them to pack their homework, hats, gloves, gym
clothes and whatever else is going on in their day. I always
have to remind them to brush their teeth and to not be late.
I then drive them to school. That is I drive three children
to three different schools and still make it in time to my
work. My main goals as a Mom is to make sure they're fed well,
are warm and feel greatly loved. Being patient and understanding,
yet firm, while juggling my other responsibilities takes a great
deal of energy. Especially when my kiddos don't cooperate.
But this is no doubt my favorite hat I wear. Their unconditional
love is the greatest gift in my life.
My final hat I wear in my routine is the hat of a worker. My job
is very demanding and leaves no room for me to bring my other
two hats to work with me. When I'm at work my concentration
is focused on the task at hand, making through another hectic
day. My day at work starts by unlocking the school, checking
messages and making sure the coffee is ready for when the
teachers and staff arrive. If there are any meetings
taking place, it is my responsibility to make sure food and
coffee is set up for their arrival. When the students start to
arrive I check them in if need be. Throughout my day I am
school secretary to the teachers and students and assistant
to the school's director. I'm pulled in many directions and
multitasking is my middle name. Truth is, I love it. It's
challenging and rewarding. The students are great and the
staff are a great group of people. But when I leave
at the end of the day, my hat comes off and I don't bring it
home. My day wearing my work hat ends when I leave the
building.
So although I may appear to be one person, I am divided into three
ways. the challenge is to keep well balanced and be the best person
I can be for each situation and divisions of my life. My life
is good and I am blessed with being able to provide and take
care of the ones I care about. I love my many hats.
filled with being a different person to different people. I'm
not sure if it's like this being a man, but I know as a woman,
I have to wear many hats. I wear the same three hats day
after day, week after week.
My first hat starts with my husband. Each day it's the same
routine. I make his morning coffee and breakfast and pack
him a lunch to take to work. I cook supper 98% of the time
and clean up afterwards. I schedule his appointments, take
care of the banking and finances, and at the end of a long
day I finish out my wifely duties, if you know what I mean.
Okay, not every day!!
My second hat that I wear is my Mom hat. this one can be
very challenging at times. I also start the day with cooking
them breakfast and packing their lunches for school. I
remind them to pack their homework, hats, gloves, gym
clothes and whatever else is going on in their day. I always
have to remind them to brush their teeth and to not be late.
I then drive them to school. That is I drive three children
to three different schools and still make it in time to my
work. My main goals as a Mom is to make sure they're fed well,
are warm and feel greatly loved. Being patient and understanding,
yet firm, while juggling my other responsibilities takes a great
deal of energy. Especially when my kiddos don't cooperate.
But this is no doubt my favorite hat I wear. Their unconditional
love is the greatest gift in my life.
My final hat I wear in my routine is the hat of a worker. My job
is very demanding and leaves no room for me to bring my other
two hats to work with me. When I'm at work my concentration
is focused on the task at hand, making through another hectic
day. My day at work starts by unlocking the school, checking
messages and making sure the coffee is ready for when the
teachers and staff arrive. If there are any meetings
taking place, it is my responsibility to make sure food and
coffee is set up for their arrival. When the students start to
arrive I check them in if need be. Throughout my day I am
school secretary to the teachers and students and assistant
to the school's director. I'm pulled in many directions and
multitasking is my middle name. Truth is, I love it. It's
challenging and rewarding. The students are great and the
staff are a great group of people. But when I leave
at the end of the day, my hat comes off and I don't bring it
home. My day wearing my work hat ends when I leave the
building.
So although I may appear to be one person, I am divided into three
ways. the challenge is to keep well balanced and be the best person
I can be for each situation and divisions of my life. My life
is good and I am blessed with being able to provide and take
care of the ones I care about. I love my many hats.
3 Comments:
At December 4, 2007 at 12:23 PM , johngoldfine said...
Grafs 3 and 4 need the level of detail you provide in graf 2--I really like the opening and graf 2.
At December 5, 2007 at 10:33 AM , johngoldfine said...
I'm guessing that the first run-through with these you only had a few minutes on the computers and were typing 330 words a minute--because you obviously know how to do this stuff and what the grafs need.
At December 5, 2007 at 11:00 AM , Deb McIntyre said...
I wrote it all on paper because of lack of computer and then typed like crazy when I got mine back.....good guess.
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