This is a hard time of year for me. I am all at once excited for a new school year and the fresh smell of new school supplies and depressed to see summer end.
I love being a teacher in the summer because it allows me lots of time to talk about teaching. I have spent four of my nine summer weeks in some sort of teacher conference/staff development and love love love the scholarly atmosphere without the trouble of actual grading or administration. It's all so free flowing and happy.
So I move now from talking about this job to doing it. I move from scholar to another cow in the herd. Bleugh! Am hoping for a perk up with the arrival of actual children.
Found today that the English classes I thought I had planned for all summer might not be mine. I am on deck for two teeny Communications classes and my one Debate class. Am planning to rattle cages tomorrow. Who knew I would be so sad tonight at Mardel as I looked at the sentence diagramming book I had hoped to use? I thought about the reader's theatre version of "The Congo" I got this summer and groaned out loud at the thought of not using it! Save me from my own nerdness!
Two bright spots: I had a man make sweet scissor love to my hair today. I swear to you he cut each hair individually. I have the hair of my dreams, my hair is all sassy sunshine and rainbows. I also discovered the power of the Jesse Jackson impression to cheer up the downtrodden. I have to do this in person for it to really work. Ask me next time you see me. If I see you soon you can see this swank haircut.
This is the best desktop wallpaper ever.