The last two weeks of my life have been devoted to setting up my classroom and going to district meetings. Ay yi yi. Kids come on Tuesday and stay until June 15th. I continue to feel more excited than scared, and though I still have lots to do before Tuesday I’m not totally overwhelmed. I will be a teacher! In three days! It’s crazy. We had an open house last week and I met most of my students. I have all of these sweet nerdy boys who just love science and blocks. Period. I feel so lucky to have these dudes as opposed to my friend who is also teaching 1st grade and has a class full of soccer playing rough necks who showed up to the open house in their shin guards and tore apart her classroom. Yikes! I’m sure they’re totally cool too, I’m just already partial to my own little guys.
One of my students wrote me a poem. She typed it on the computer. And then she googled me. And found my Friendster page. And downloaded a picture of me. And pasted it at the top of the poem. And gave it to me.
Allow me to reiterate: MY 6 YEAR OLD STUDENT FOUND MY FRIENDSTER PAGE AND LOOKED AT MY PHOTOS!!!!! Dear lord. Luckily it’s pretty PG rated and there are no links to my blog. BUT STILL!!! I gotsta be more careful about my internet presence.
My phenomenal friend Allison Halter is staying with me right now. You might know her from such endeavors as Fash Attack, Dites Donc, and (briefly) Best Friends Forever. Also Connexion and Reflexion. She came to play Catch That Beat and stayed to keep me company and keep me sane while I gear up for my new career. It had been a joy having her here, honestly. She cooks for me, does my dishes, helps me in my classroom and talks shit with me ’til all hours. She also fixed my sewing machine, so what do you say about that?
It’s just nice to have a friend to come home to. I feel so removed from most of my friends right now because everyone is so busy and I am probably the busiest of all. If Allison weren’t physically in my home I don’t know if I would feel very connected at this time. I ain’t emo, I’m just saying.
The life of a professional!
It is happening!!!
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Don’t leave us hanging, what’s the poem??
One of the things i remember about elementry school was how jealous I was of the teacher for not having to do any of the school work s/he assigned. Now obviously you have tonloads of homework to do, and in the end, getting into third grade as a student is cake compared to trying to get a teaching job, but still, I’d like to think there is something there to savor. And if there is, savor it for me.
I think third grade was the last grade I loved.
Maybe it’s time to make your MySpace page private?
That poem story is too cute, though.
Yeah, I sort of immediately went to all of my social networking zones and tried to cover my tracks/make sure there was nothing too incriminating.