Lots of Cotton District Arts posters in my room!
I received word that I would be teaching at West Jones High School at the end of May and had big plans to spend my entire summer lesson planning, working on my classroom and making meals for the freezer. I have had two jobs since MaryCollis was born - I worked from home for Lucky Luxe for nearly 2 years, and I tutored three days per week this past spring at East Jones Elementary - but I've yet to take the plunge into full-time employment.
Being a mother is a full-time job. Being pregnant is a full-time job. Having a 4-story house is a full-time job. Between loads of laundry, trips up and down the stairs, putting dinner on the table, keeping the house semi-picked-up and barely getting to sit down for chasing around a 2-year-old, I simply don't have time for a "real" job. But MaryCollis adores going to Khaki's house during the week, and I've succumbed to the fact that there will be crumbs on the kitchen table and finger prints on the fridge... so I suppose that means it's time for me to join the adult world.
A few weeks ago, I went to get my schedule and find my room (my own room!). I was elated to find out that I'm teaching 9th grade English periods 1-4 and drama during 5th and 7th. That means all of the hard thinking can be done early in the day and the fun stuff will be saved for after lunch when everyone is tired and needs a nap.
After I found my room, I nosed around a bit. It was an odd feeling to wander around my alma mater 10 years after I graduated. Things have changed, but everything was nearly the same. "I used to park right there and walk 5 steps into that classroom my senior year," I told my mom. "I had Mrs. Taylor for German first period. She let me drink my Slim Fast and go to the bathroom whenever I wanted." It made me feel warm and cozy to remember how much fun I had my senior year. But then I found a few things that I didn't like... "When did they get a new cafeteria? It's taken up nearly ALL of the senior parking lot!!!" (By the way, there is no senior parking lot anymore. Doesn't that make you sad?) And... "So what's in the old show choir room? (Band Hall). What happened to the old cafeteria? (Science labs). When they built the new library, what did they do with the old one?" (Turned it into classrooms with real air conditioning).
On our tour, we found Deana Holifield. She was so sweet and let me have her podium! She also teaches English, so I'm in good company. Finally we left the school with a good idea of what we needed to transform my room. We stopped at Big Lots for a few poster frames and ran into Karla Dixon, who also teaches English at West. She said she would meet me at the school the next day to show me how to use One-Step Planner and help me with a few other things. What a lady.
'Scuse the mess. I was setting up my gradebook.
Barb and Mom loaded up desks and shelves and stools and even a mini fridge and microwave and headed to set up my classroom. Within a couple of hours we had everything exactly the way I wanted it (Did you ever doubt it? It's in my blood. Chad and I moved into our house the week after Thanksgiving and had a housewarming party 3 weeks later. I don't do boxes.)
I spent about 2 weeks lesson planning from 8am until the time I went to bed. And I only got plans done for one 9-weeks. Granted, I have two different classes to prepare for, but I had hoped to get much more done!
I had new teacher orientation Tuesday, and it was really great. I met some nice people, and I was sad some of them weren't going to be at my school. After two long days of staff development, we have open house for 7th and 9th graders last night. I can't remember being this exhausted but I can't wait to meet my kids. I'm also excited to get started on the play. If I need help building sets and finding costumes, y'all will help, right?
I'm just so thankful for the sweet coworkers that have volunteered to help and really mean it. I started the week feeling very anxious and scared, but I think I'm going to be just fine.
If you don't hear from me for a while (Erin), just holler and check on me. I'm probably malnourished and sleep-deprived from my first year of teaching, carrying a tot, finishing my license through a practicum series on Saturdays and directing the play!