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September 05, 2002
My god, my god, my
My god, my god, my god. Nothing really prepares you for the first day of school. My school is amazing, the administration is totally committed to us, I've had Uzbekistan training and NY training. Yet I am so exhausted that I'm making noises like my dad as I sit down. My brain is only handling lower functions, my voice is sore, and I now know why old ladies get those varicose thingies. Hell, I know why a lot of teachers smoke.
It will get better, I know this. I'll learn my 100 kids' names, we'll establish a routine, we'll have books. The temperatures will drop, I will stop looking red, I will not develop the rank sweat of a fear-filled herbivore after being chased days by wolves. I will be able to turn a bold roguish child into a quivering heap of juvenile goo with one stare. I just have to make it through tomorrow, and then all the teachers from my school will descend on some happy hour.
Posted by G at September 5, 2002 06:38 PM