One week of school is down. Thirty-five left to go. Two students still haven’t shown up. Ahh, responsible parents. Gotta love them.
I’m grade chair this year, which is a first for me. I have to figure out how to get myself a little more organized so I don’t spend every day at school collecting stuff for our grade meetings. Every other person on my team this year is brand-spanking new to our school. Two of the four new team members are brand-spanking new teachers.
I’m also teaching the advanced math class, meaning I’m teaching a grade level ahead. This is also a first and I’m nervous and excited about it, because I think I can do a good job.
We ended up walking to school together twice last week. He walked home immediately, and I returned after work, of course. This was nice because it gave us some time together before I got work-stressed, and my 25-minute walk home gave me time to mentally sort out my day before seeing him again. Normally, when I get home from work I need my me-time, but I got it on the walk.
We’re aiming for two or three walks a week. One day is out because I have to get there too early; another day is out because I have to stay late for meetings. We’ll see how long this lasts.