I don't have to have a first day of school tomorrow for the first time in my adult life. I'm not going to lie and say I didn't feel a little nostalgic, especially when I looked back to my very first blog post from 2006.
I loved teaching, but not the anxiety of the the month/week/day/hours before school started.
This weekend, I didn't...
- Go into my classroom to ensure it looks absolutely perfect
- Redo my syllabus after finding one error that no one would really notice, but I know they would notice because students LOVE to correct their teachers
- Make my lunch
- Pick out my first day of school outfit
- Wake up after anxiety dreams in which I wasn't prepared
- Make seating charts
- Lesson plan
- Worry about my to-do list
- Make other to-do lists
- Look at my class lists for siblings of students I've had in the past or students I've had in the past
- Have to leave my end of summer weekend up north early because I wanted to get home so I could mentally prepare myself for the first day of school
I'm so relieved.
I'll be back to blogging about The Purge next week!
2 comments:
I can't even count the good (and bad) teachers I've known who've left after either just spending enough time teaching to get good, or who left before they could become good. It's increasingly apparent that teaching is not a career. It's going to be a short stop for the under-talented on their way to figuring out what they're better at. It's good though, that you got out while the getting was still good.
Maybe I'll be back one day if schooling figures itself out. But probably not.
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