When it’s transition time, my mind wanders from thing to thing as I try to get my bearings. As a teacher with over twenty years of experience, you’d think I’d be able to make the switch to classroom life with my eyes closed, but it’s the same panic every year.
1) I don’t want to leave my son, my dog, my husband, my house, and my garden… Waaaaah! They all need me, don’t they?
2) Did I forget how to teach over the summer? What if I get in the front of the class and do something stupid, like burp out loud?
3) I need to make appointments for the eye doctor, dentist, my son’s physical, and his orthodontist, too.
4) Oh, darn, I never had that craft day with my friends, or that kayak trip, or finished my mass mailing for the paperback. Maybe there’s still time. Maybe.
5) I thought my book would be sold by now… I’m a little sad and don’t want to dwell on that, so I think I’ll just freak out about other stuff, like laundry, unfinished painting, school shopping…