The subbing gig I was supposed to begin at the end of the month started Wednesday because babies come when they darn well please. We are not prepared, I repeat, NOT prepared. I made a hair appointment for next week and an orthodontist appointment, now I must cancel. I will not produce 20,000 words for my writing workshop this summer. I will not get Team Testosterone gradually yet thoroughly trained in the Fine Arts of Housekeeping.
Today all my best laid plans flew out the window to make time for planning lessons. I still have to figure out where to park and where that AP multiple choice quiz is that the kids are supposed to take tomorrow. I am shaky on how to take attendance, enter grades, make photocopies, use the SmartBoard. (SmartBoard!) I don't know anybody's names, how to get to the library or how to submit lesson plans. Thank goodness the bathroom and water fountain are just around the corner from the classroom or I'd be in a real hot spot.
Speaking of hot spots--the classroom I'm in is a toasty 75 degrees, so I'm red-faced and rank by the end of my morning. I thought I needed to wear a sweater to work, turns out I should've worn a tank top! And then there's coordinating drop off and pick up for Team Testosterone, monitoring their homework, freaking out about what to feed everybody.
I'm winging it, flapping like hell and hoping to find a tree branch soon to catch my breath. Meanwhile, I've got a novel unit to prepare for and over a hundred new names to attach to faces ... and that's not counting staff ...