What I'm doing with that time is too important to lose.
I have over 40 "super seniors" in my English classes this year (they have requested that we call them "Elders"). Mine is the last (hybrid) high school class they will ever have, as they dip their toes into their first full college schedule. So by golly, they're going to accomplish something before they leave my class! And that's where the senior project comes in.
Now this is a group who got to experience Genius Hour in Spanish I and II, so I've seen a little bit of their passions before. Honestly, I hadn't been seeing much of those passions this year. I made a point to start off with a contemporary novel to ease them in, instead of throwing them in with Jonathan Swift immediately like last year. One underclassman still reported that his Elder cousin says everyone hates the class. I've got to prepare them for the test, but I still need that spark.
I need The Gleam.
I set up a Google Calendar with appointment slots, leaving myself that precious 30 minutes each day but also plenty of room for all 40-some to sit down with me and talk about what they love--even if they miss their first appointment! They got a teeny test grade just for making the appointment this grading period, and in that appointment, I literally do half the work for them on their next test grade.
They have to turn in three possible topics as well as MLA citations to support each topic by the end of the month. When they come to their appointment, I type straight into their Google Doc, so all they have to do is find some citations when we're done.
I don't always need half an hour for each appointment, but I'm glad I have it. Because, you see, I can't stop until I get The Gleam. If their ideas--or mine--don't make something change in their eyes, if they're just saying "I guess" or "Okay," then we are NOT done. They may or may not come in with ideas, but my job is to keep asking and pushing and rewording until I can type something in that makes them glow. I don't care if it's makeup or musical theater, the anatomy of a heart attack or teaching themselves ASL. I have to see something that lights them up.
These kids--adults, technically--might not know where they want to go to school or what they want to do for a living, but all of them have something within them that gets that Gleam. And isn't that what all of us teachers want to find?
I do not want to suggest that we all need to stay up past already absurd bedtimes to get grades done, but if there is somewhere in your schedule where you can really see your kids--maybe not even "office hours," maybe right there in class--then it is well worth moving some things around.
Because we all have The Gleam. And even when grading or complaints or life in general start making your world seem darker, setting aside time so to see The Gleam will make enough light to see the path ahead.