It’s midnight and I’m browsing Instagram thinking about going back to school.
“Normal” people hate going back. They dread it…”The summer went by way too fast!” Me on the other hand, I’ve always been excited to go back. Partially because I love to teach but also because I would be busy again and wouldn’t have to worry about my thoughts.
This year is entirely different though. Last year was my worst teaching year ever due to circumstances out of my control.
I am still very excited to teach again but hate the first week thoughts of:
1) When will I be able to set up my classroom and clear out last years teacher’s garbage?
2) Who am I sharing a classroom with…will there be 1, 2, or 3+ teachers in a room this year.
3) Will the computer work?
4) Will the printer work?
5) Will the smart board work?
6) Where are my textbooks and how can I get them to my classroom?
7) When will I find time to remove my items from my two different classrooms last year?
8) When will I make the first day photocopies?
9) When can I get my classroom set of calculators?
10) When will I receive a closet key because the school somehow doesn’t have one for my classroom.
This will be my 14th year teaching and somehow I get more anxious about going back each year. Each year there are more changes and more disorganization. I just want to teach! Just leave me in a classroom and let me be. I’m thankful this year will be (hopefully) better than the last but I’m sick of starting off the year so on edge.
On that note, I’m going to bed now. Goodnight!