Have a nightmare when you are little, and you wake up, run to your parents' bedroom and get some immediate comfort there. I had this year's first school dream--nightmare, really--last night, with no Mommy in sight. Glad the alarm went off, because while I was persevering in my dream, it was NO FUN. (Understatement.)
I'd been last-minute transferred to another site;
Of course no rosters;
Thrown into a classroom that wasn't kid-ready, or me-ready;
After the bell had rung.
Next door was a band room that kept the door open.
On the other side of my room was a huge room that kids could just slip into unnoticed because I had no rosters and didn't know who my kids were.
I was desperately obeying the First Rule of Middle School Teaching: "Stay calm." But there was no way I could obey The Second Rule of Middle School Teaching, "Be over prepared," because, well, last-minute transfer to a crazy room after the bell.
I suppose it could have been worse. I mean, at least I had my clothes on, right??