Year Eight?

I don’t want to become the jaded teacher. I don’t want to believe I’m working for a system that’s broken beyond compare, another gear in the machine, or part of the problem. That’s not why I went into teaching to begin with.


Let the Chaos Commence

My life is almost always in a constant state of chaos, and some days I tell myself I wouldn’t have it any other way. But let’s be real, today, this week, I would gladly trade it in for one of those lives where you marry rich and sunbathe on a yacht. 


Here We Go…

I have spent the past four days working feverishly in my room, attempting to get everything exactly right before school starts.

It’s ready to go. I mean, the copies are done, the walls are decorated, things are labeled, my desk is reorganized. It’s as ready as it’s going to be before my teenagers come back.

Well. Except for desks.

This is not some educational blog post praising free seating. The past four years I’ve had the typical high school desk, bars on the side, basket underneath. But…the bars kept popping off, a couple times the desks just broke. So last year, I requisitioned for tables, which give me some freedom in seating that desks don’t allow.

They’re not here yet. I’m starting to panic a little, but (shrug) shit happens.

We have open house on Thursday. Inservice Monday, and the kids start back Wednesday (the 22nd.)

I’m excited. My room is ready. G is back at daycare.

So. For the next two days, I’ll be spending time AWAY from school, sitting at my home, working on grad school homework. Because, it’s the last week of my two classes, which means projects and papers are due Saturday.

But, I’m really excited. I’m loving the way my room turned out this year–I do try and change it up every year. I’m excited to see my kiddos, I’m excited for a fresh start.

I’m feeling hopefully about this year.

Walmart Anxiety

I went to Walmart today. And I got stomachache inducing anxiety.

School supplies are out.

And picked through.

I’m getting to the point that I’m ready to be at school, and have a little break from my child–who is also ready for a break from me. We love each other, but we do better when we’re not together all day every day.

Anyhow. I’m getting ready to go back to school. But I’m not that ready! My room has SO MANY things to do and I swear I don’t know when I’m going to find the time!


I’m not sure who the beginning of school is more stressful for: parents, students, or teachers.

And that’s really all I have for you today. No light notes. No inspirational thoughts. Just sincere teacher end of the summer panic.

Now, excuse me while I go hyperventilate and try and recapture some part of the summer.