The summer is drawing quickly to a close. I know that this one was especially short for me since my previous school ended much later than my new school, so the delightful summer months that all teachers should enjoy will come to a much more abrupt halt. And I’m okay with that.
I’m anxious to get started on my new classroom in my new school in my new district. And I truly mean “anxious”. Although I’m eager, there are many things about it that make me nervous. I’m an experienced teacher now, with five years experience, but I am still nervous about starting in a new place. There are new friends to be made and new colleagues with whom to work and a new principal to impress. Heh. At the same time, though, there will be less leeway given than to a brand new teacher. I’m okay with that, too, because I have the utmost confidence in myself as a teacher. It’s all the administrative stuff about teaching that truly makes me the most nervous.
But did I mention that I was really excited?
When I had visited the school in April, a couple of the teachers had made me promise to let them know when I got into town so that we could get together for dinner or something. So, when I got back from Wisconsin, I e-mailed them to let them know that I was now in town, for good. It was a couple days before I heard back from them, but I did. One even said that she was assigned to be my mentor teacher. Even though I’m not a brand new teacher, I am new to the district. Many districts all over the country require new-to-the-district teachers to have a mentor, regardless of previous experience. It’s nice to have someone to whom I can go to ask piddly little questions like, Where might I find the butcher paper, or is that something that we have to buy ourselves? It’s a new school, new expectations, and a new boss!
I’ve still not received anything that will help me to plan for the first week of school. Apparently there is a get-together for the third grade teachers at one of their houses. Yay! I get to socialize with them. I’m really looking forward to that. When I met them in April they all seemed like a really great bunch of gals. All except one of them are younger than I am. What a switch! I’m used to being the baby of the group. In the long run, I’m not sure whether that will make me feel better or worse! Heh.
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