One Week Down

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.

Good Man and I are trying something new this year. We live really close to work, and yet I drive. It’s a waste. It’s not really a waste of money because I only fill my tank about once every three or four weeks. But it’s a waste of my car (since the most damage is done in the first five miles) and it’s horrible environmentally.

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.