Knowing I'll start working full-time late March has me scrambling. I've got to reschedule appointments (including one involving a kid and his bottom braces and a receptionist who is adamant that there is no other time in the orthodontist's schedule other than the morning after the day I'm to start this job). I have to sort out the household, pound out as many pages as possible for my writing group, read the assigned novels (Crime and Punishment!) so I'm a few steps ahead of the students, and figure out what to wear.
That's right--what to wear. Spring in Wisconsin is notorious for changing on a dime and the last time I was teaching high school, all the ladies were wearing suits with shoulder pads. Times and trends have changed. Besides, three kids later there's no way these hips will squeeze into those Casual Corner pencil skirts again. Plus if I wore a double-breasted plaid blazer with a handkerchief sewn into a faux pocket, nobody would take me seriously.
What to wear and where to go. I've got a boatload of logistics to master--where does staff park at this school? How does the attendance and grading system work? Where is Room 212? Does the staff eat cafeteria food or pack their own lunches? Will I eat with anyone or will I eat alone? Who will help me when I get in a jam? I learned last night that half of Mr. D's baseball team will be under my instruction. One hopes out of loyalty...or fear...they won't give me too much grief.
I had a dream that I was in a classroom with kids dissecting A Midsummer Night's Dream. When I woke up, I felt a peace. For the short-term this is definitely where I belong and I bet it'll be a much better fit than elementary school. Although I think I'd make scads more money developing the Mancake Fathead ...
Spill it, reader. Which Mancake Fathead would you hang on your wall?