Blah.
I feel like I ought to write about the first full week of school. I don’t really feel like it though. Not that it was bad— it was good. The kids are great. It’s going to be a good year.
And I don’t really feel overwhelmed yet. My shit is all together for this week— I’m writing Unit 1 assessments today and grading the second set of diagnostics and prepping class sets of maps and such. I want to write next week’s LPs sooner than later.
(An aside— the ideal work music is, as always, mashups, today provided by fuck yeah mashups, because why not?)
I think that starting content will help. I like my content and I like the actual being-in-class-working-with-kids but there is something weirdly isolating about teaching. I see (and love) the other teachers at my school. But I spend 6 hours of my day with little people (aka students) who I have to present with this weird stern teacher persona, then after school we all want to peace out ASAP and then I work on lesson plans mostly by myself because I like to work on my futon and also no one else really has my courses (with like one of two exceptions).
And you know, no Perkins-Bostock, which is unfortunate.
But seriously the most human contact I have all day is with people who I basically have to not-be-myself-with and after four years of trying to reconcile my areal-multiple-personality-disorder this situation of conscientously developing a non-me persona is… interesting.
And that’s enough English-major style analysis of teacher voice. Back to planning.
