So. I’m in a new school. In a new grade. With new kids, a new boss, new coworkers, new parents. So you know, I need to make a good impression.
Today I maneuvered my head around, searching for a power switch on the side of the SmartBoard. In doing so, I managed to get my hair all tangled up in the paperclips on the calendar.
I needed the help of four eight-year old students to free me.
Not one of my Finer Teaching Moments.
And to imagine, on day four! Day four!