Open House

     This year is my first year of teaching. I am very excited, yet very nervous. Interacting with experienced teachers and seeing my classroom for the first time has been positively daunting. I see the teacher I want to be. I see how I want my room to look. And I see how I want the year to go; the trouble is getting there.
     Knowing how forgetful I am and that I wouldn't remember all the details to tell my father, much less years from now when I reminisce on I have decided to blog; I want this first year to be an amaranthine memory.  So I will be as honest as possible as frequent as possible.
     Yesterday's open house was great! Although a very long day (7:45am-7:15pm), I was very encouraged by all the interaction I had.  A plethora of teachers and superintendents have extended a welcoming hand holding the gift of knowledge; all the help is so appreciated and needed! I have so much to learn, but I am enthusiastic to do so.  In attempts to not be overwhelmed by everything I have before me, I have decided to focus on simply cleaning my room.  Which sounds simple, but you haven't seen my room...
   At the high school, I share a room with Mrs Simon and Mrs Lupas so I do not have to worry about decorating over there (a welcomed omission).  However, my room at the middle school is terribly disgusting.  It is apparently the place where old overhead projectors go to die; there are currently three waiting for burial.  The place is not only disorganized, but dirty, which is even worse. For example, I picked up a teacher's edition yesterday and my hand was sticky.  But I have come prepared today; I am ready to attack the dust bunnies and sticky amoebas with a great vengeance! They are no match for Lysol and Windex.
     Also, on the agenda: learn how to use a grade book.