It’s here. The room is ready (except for my desk, which resembles a demolition site), but I’m not. I’ve been having weird dreams (I was dying of cancer in one dream, running away with a New York City firefighter in another, and hanging out with Martha Stewart and a rock star in another) and not sleeping well.
I told my husband this morning that I think the reason I hate the first day of school is that it’s all so awkward. Once we get going we’ll have this awesome, streamlined, smooth-functioning routine, and it will be easy to plug things into the routine. On the first day there is no routine, and so we do a little bit of this (tour the school) and a little bit of that (our first morning meeting and calendar time) and a little bit of this (drawing self-portraits) and a little bit of that (touring the classroom and opening up our first center).
Also I feel like a big dork. I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing the whole time. Like maybe I completely forgot how to teach over the summer.
I can’t wait until this morning is over!