The Wallowing
Today was my first day back to school after over a year away. I spent six hours schlepping boxes from my old huge classroom, the one with a private office, into my new minute classroom, the one with no private office. I left a zillion books behind for my former partner because they're too young for my new group and because I'm a philanthropist. After I schlepped everything into the new space, stress really set in as I stared at the boxes of books that need to be placed in bookshelves that do not exist. If I ever do get the room in order, I'm going to need some lesson plans and I have no idea how I want to begin the school year. If I ever do get settled on some themes and develop some cool units, I probably won't ever have time to work on my dissertation and 8 years of grad school will all be naught. My life is impossibly overwhelming and there's no use even trying to sort it all out. Will this day never end?
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Where's your feather duster?
Where is FLYLADY?!
KC, getting back to the flylady way. I keep getting distracted, but some progress was made. Am ignoring the dust for now. Bulletin board paper does wonders for my mood.
Hey Ms. Cari, I love your story of escaping to think. Worked a bit on a first unit today. The sixth grade schedule is so odd. I thought I was going to look forward to switching classes, but now I'm not so sure... Crossing my fingers.
I had a teaching dream last night...you know the one where you have a few kids who just always do the opposite of what you say! I wish I was teaching again. But all in good time.
B, the room is set up. i might come down for labor day. pondering it. i'll keep you posted. 3 weeks in and still schlepping? what gives?