I'm looking forward to the school year while simultaneously not dreading the end of summer. I think having a sneaky little break in between teacher workshops and the start of school helps there...
My school is directly across from the state fair grounds and we choose not to attempt the impossible by holding school while the fair is in session. Instead we rent parking spaces in our lot as a school fundraiser. Brilliant.
I don't think that blogging every day is something that I am going to shoot for. Not while things are relatively stable, anyway. More than once a week would be nice.
I could shoot for 3 times a week posting and 3 times a week working out. Physical and mental health guideposts. I can try using a to-do list again (only if it won't cause me anxiety... which it did after a while when I was using it before.)
I am reveling in being surrounded by other educators; people that I know and admire. It is good for my brain.
And even though I don't like meetings and I don't like ice breakers, I haven't once sneaked out and tried to hide somewhere.
I don't remember anyone's names. Except people I eat lunch with. And my supervisors. Other folks are a bit sketchier. I need a picture dictionary... no, I need a photo directory of staff. I wonder if there is a yearbook somewhere that I could lay my hands on...
For the most part, other than the fact that I keep asking every ten minutes (or however often I see an admin) what classes I will be teaching... I feel like I am dealing well with the ambiguity. The knowledge that I will not know what I am teaching until it is too late. Until after the school year starts.
It looks like I will be collaborating with at least two other teachers, which is awesome. And possibly a third. This will have some logistical complications, but no worries.
I was only really thrown for a loop when I realized that I would not be returning to teach my "college prep" class. I know these students and thought that I would follow them through to their senior year as their homeroom teacher.
I have realized, though, that it's not as if I have been exorcised from their classroom. I will have some flexibility during their homeroom and my desk is still right there... so it's not like they will even miss me!
I'm going to go write some fiction now.
Have a nice night.
Grateful Crap: synapses firing
going to work
talking with friends/coworkers
Quaker, teacher, parent,