Back in School
Sad that summer is unofficially over, but a lot (good and bad) did happen. I'm more upset about the things that did not happen, like the total inside-out cleaning of my apartment, but I'll work on that this weekend. Chef is at the shore for the "bachelor weekend" for his cousin whose wedding we will attend in a few weeks.
And no, I'm not worried he's doing anything bad. In fact, I'm feeling a little bummed for him because he's sort of "babysitting" his relatives while they're drinking--he doesn't drink, for medical reasons mostly. It's not fun being the only sober one in the room, I know that much. And frankly I think these guys (most of them a few years his senior--and mine) are too old for that kind of "partying." It bothers me no one's trying to make sure everyone has a good time. Kind of rude.
I struggled with bad anxiety before the first in-service on Wednesday, and having bad PMS did not help the situation. In a few months I expect the PMS will lessen as the result of the progesterone treatments, but we'll see. The most anxious thing was the class schedule was up in the air for days--and was looking as if I might have to go teach kindergarten library classes at another school to help out, ridiculous because we're still the biggest elementary--but today it all got ironed out and it appears I actually have a tiny bit more breathing room in my schedule. That's an answer to prayers right there.
Will I be ready for classes to start Tuesday? Probably not. I was out all day at meetings today, and I have an off-site meeting Monday morning. So Monday afternoon is it--and remember, I just got my schedule (after already having planned out three weeks of lessons which I now have to "fix"). My assistant was in yesterday and half of today, and won't be in Monday.
On top of that, they re-drew the school boundaries so I've "lost" some students (mostly good ones, a couple of pests) and have some new ones. The proportion of students in poverty and/or not speaking English as a first language has risen. But I'm kind of excited about the challenge and I hope that encouraging them to embrace literacy will open doors for them here and in the future.
When I was putting away some extra packs of scratch paper under the Circ desk, I found an old dusty mug. Inside it was a weird piece of plastic, a crusted-on, disintegrated rubber band, and a penny.
The penny's year was my birth year.
I try not to look for signs, but I really think it was a somewhat-needed confirmation that I'm in the right place.