This morning, I arose at 5:15am. Now, I hear that to people with small children, this is practically considered a sleep-in. However, as I do not have any small children, or any children at all for that matter, anytime before 6-6:30am does not exist in my mind. On weekends, anytime before 9am doesn't exist.
I was off to meet my new class! I had the intention of leaving home at 6:30am. I even wrote '4th June - School visit - leave home @ 6:30am' on my whiteboard, factoring in the likelihood of being so delusional when my alarm went off, that I would probably just wander round in circles for a while without any instructions. All intention was lost, and I didn't leave home til 6:50! Even with the message, I was up too early to function properly. I left in a rush and forgot to take a notebook (that was written on my whiteboard too).
I had another left-in-a-rush moment a couple of months ago; I was doing a volunteer day at a school on the north-side, and I had literally gone almost half the day with my top on inside out, and back to front. I had been to morning tea in the staff room, met the school principal, met about half a dozen other staff members, and no one had said anything. Either they were just pretending not to notice, or my open-flowy-cardigan-thing, that I was wearing over aforementioned top, hid enough of it, so that no one really did notice. I like to think the latter is what happened. Upon realising my wardrobe malfunction, I quickly excused myself to the toilets, all was fixed, and I returned to the PE lesson, as if nothing had happened.
While I was in class today, I had a repeat moment, and I thought I had put my dress on inside out. I hadn't, and the more I thought about it, the more I realised I would have definitely noticed, before I had gotten to school, if I had. I breathed a sigh of relief!
The hour and a half drive to my school was filled with Taylor Swift sing-a-longs, and fog. That's right. Fog. And lots of it! About 40 minutes of the drive consisted of fog, in varying degrees of vision obscurity. I kept thinking of that really bad 'thriller' about a killer fog, in the aptly named movie 'The Fog'. It has Selma Blair in it, and I could just remember the scene where she's in her little radio broadcasting studio, working away, and she's talking with a friend on the phone, and while she's talking to him, the fog kills him, then it surrounds her studio! It's a movie, with an immense and complex plot, and I highly recommend it. It was actually on tv when I was last in Tamworth, and I watched it with my mum, and we pulled it apart, talking about how lame and predictable it was. I had actually hired it on dvd before too, I am ashamed to admit!
Anyway, after driving through the non-killer, but very thick fog, I got to school at 8:10, so I had 20 minutes to spare, which was perfect!
I spent the day with my new class, got to know them a bit and did a bit of work with them. I also met their teacher, who is lovely! She was really helpful, and helped me feel a bit more relaxed about the job. I met some of the other lower-primary staff too, all really lovely too! The head of primary is wonderful! I think I am really going to enjoy working with her, she's pretty hilarious! Really approachable too.
My class is small, just 17 kids, but very varied in terms of abilities. I am looking forward to the challenge of trying to help some of the kids catch up to 'grade level', while also encouraging other students to push further. It's going to be a lot of work, but I'm excited! The kids are lovely, and I think we're going to have a lot of fun while I'm with them :)
Anyway, 8 days til I officially start! Monday is a public holiday, so I start on the Tuesday, and the kids have sport all day on Friday! I think a 3-day week will be a good way to ease in a bit to this whole 'teaching' gig :)
Watch this space...
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