3:30pm: School day ends and the trimester officially does too. (This means my classes and my time at this school are over for this year. My students will move on to other classes, like gym and art, and I'll move on to another school, where I will provide my classes to those students for 12 weeks.) I'm sad to see my kids go and sad to leave my colleagues at this school. I finish grading a few last projects and begin packing up my room. :-( I hate packing up rooms; there are so many memories of the community we had and the learning that took place in that community!
|view from the front of most of my (now-dismantled) room at School #1|
5:30pm: Back to packing. Lots of packing. My back is killing me.
7:00pm: My husband arrives straight from work to help me pack. We grab a quick 45-min dinner and then head back to school for, that's right, more packing.
8:40pm: We load up both cars and drive away from School #1. See you next year, School #1, (provided that I still have this job)! Luckily, School #2 is only about 5 minutes away from School #1!
9:45pm: We finish unloading the boxes into my new room at School #2. We are both about ready to collapse. Time to head home.
Home football game takes up the whole day. The end.
2pm: After dragging myself out of bed, eating lunch, and showering, I force myself to head back to School #2. That empty room is calling to me... no way are my kids starting the trimester in an ugly empty void! My wonderful husband dutifully comes along. He's amazing! The new room is just like the old one -- a former science room -- so it's easy to figure out where everything goes.
3pm: We enlist my dad to help move around all the tables in my new room. (He says, "Can't you just leave it how it is?" but helps anyway. He's not a teacher.) I canNOT teach with the desk at the front of the room and the tables in rows facing forward. (My dad is surprised to find out that I don't sit at my desk. "You stand up all the time?" Yes, and walk around helping my students. Welcome to education in the 21st century, Dad!)
5pm: Our mad frenzy of unpacking and throwing decorations and important procedural items around the room has to pause for an hour for dinner with my parents. Then back to School #2 for more crazy unpacking, decorating, and preparing.
8pm: The new room is READY! (At least, ready enough for the kids to come! My stuff is still all in boxes, but everything they need is up and in its place!)
|"superstars" board waiting for students to do something outstanding!|
|hall passes waiting for kids to come and go|
|part of the culture corner|
First day at School #2. A blur of new faces, new schedule, new class times... everything is upside down and backwards from School #1. In a couple of classes, my students mention that my room looks really nice and I must've worked really hard on it. (They know it was empty in the fall.) Success!
A little better than yesterday; more of a fog than a blur. I'm having trouble getting used to the new schedule, and I feel overwhelmed by my students because I only know a few of them. However, the room is done, the students are nice and sweet and excited for Spanish, and I finally have only a normal amount of work to do after school! Not to mention... THANKSGIVING!