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?
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?