Kids arrive a week from tomorrow--PANIC: I'M NOT READY and THIS ROOM ISN'T READY.
I think I will ditch latitude and longitude this year and dive right into colonization.
Hey, no rat dookie.
NO, ant scout, you must not live.
The custodians took my desk like I asked them to. YAY! There's room to polka! If I wanted to polka. I don't want to polka. Should I pronounce the "l" in "polka?"
Why doesn't the pricey rotating fan that I bought with my very own money rotate? It rotated in June.
PANIC: Should I switch my computer desk to the other side of the behemoth Promethean board?
Where should I put the iPad cart?
PANIC: I don't know how to use iPods in history lessons. I suck.
The custodians took my desk like I asked them to. PANIC--where can I shove stuff I don't know where to put?
I better start making copies of the syllabi before the machine breaks and the Christmas rush. PANIC: I have to make the syllabi, or find them--are they on the Mac? The PC? Aughhhhhh--
Syllabi is a funny word, and coincidentally my principal said "foci" this morning. What else sounds like that? Alibi. Lullaby.
Lessons are more important than the room. I should work on the lessons immediately.
I can't work on the lessons--this room is unacceptably chaotic.
How can other teachers just show up on Wednesday all calm and serene? Is it medication?
No one has been in here for July or August. So why is it so dang DIRTY? Brown dust is coated everywhere.
Hey, class sizes of 32. Nice!
Hey, just when did "32 kids" become a good class size in my district? That is just so wrong.
No more separate GATE classes--all the kids are mixed together. Lord, help me stretch them all.
Where'd I put those Glade plug-ins? They don't make these any more. PANIC: How will I keep my 8th grade bungalow with no a/c from smelling like an 8th grade bungalow with no a/c?
Odds are on my side.