I receive a text message in the middle of class. A teacher has listened to a student talking about suicide. The issue will need to be handled. It's Friday, so I'll skip lunch to deal with it.
I need to make sure that the exchange student is making friends. I make a note to check in with her next class.
National Honor Society handouts are for several specific students. Two Guidance office/dean passes need to get to different students in different classes.
Sam says something deeply inappropriate in class, and I ask him to leave the room. He leaves the room, the building, and then the school. I'll need to report it, and someone will need to locate him.
Twenty-seven emails by noon. Ten are spam but seven of those look real enough to read. Two emails are issues that have to be dealt with today, as in emergency. One's a valid parental complaint about a teacher. It'll need to be handled next week with calls, meetings, reporting. Three emails are pertinent and need to be put in the calendar when I have a free moment.
I forgot to take role B-4 block because a couple kids were asking about make-up work from an absence during the time I'd normally take role.
Elena switched from B-4 to B-6 class but her grades didn't transfer due to some magic of computing. She's worried because it shows that she's failing B-6.
The office calls and a parent is asking if we fix iPhones because she broke hers and she heard we do that.
I'm responsible for some element of something I've forgotten about for Monday's staff professional development. Something about PLC grouping. Fortunately, there's a genius of a woman who I know will save me.
I can tell Jena's upset when she comes in the room, and I ask her to step outside before the bell. We talk. She cries. Boyfriend.
Administrator comes to visit and talks to me while class is happening even though students need my attention. Problem is, what he's saying is important.
...none of the above is what it's like to teach, mind you. It's what it's like to be a teacher.