Do you ever start off intending to write about one thing and no matter how much you try to stay on target, you keep shooting off an entirely different direction like a blog grocery cart full of one item and with a bad wheel (*squeak lurch squeak squeak lurch*) and although you’re desperately trying to steer back to what you set out to write about, you just… can’t – at least not until you’re s
It’s funny the things that make us uncomfortable.
Not, like, in general. It’s not funny that snakes make me uncomfortable, or anyone messing with someone else’s eyeballs. Hair anywhere other than someone’s head. Dogs in the backs of moving pickup trucks. Those things should make anyone uncomfortable.
But it’s weird what can make us uncomfortable in our classrooms. One of them happened to me today.
My pacing was off today.
It’s funny that that’s what I’m taking home with me and into the weekend. Tomorrow – Friday, Day Three – is a logistics day. It’s all orientation, pictures, and other “have to” stuff. That’s fine, and I don’t have to prepare much. Maybe I can get to know some of my kids a bit better along the way.
But right now I’m mostly just frustrated with myself – somewhat unfairly, I might add.
It's been a long time since I've been new at something related to school.
I've taught different subjects, moved to different rooms, met and collaborated with different co-workers, and of course each fall I've met and gotten to know whole new groups of students - but that's not the same as being new.