Surprise I'm still alive (but barely as our building tried to sweat us out today) and have survived the first day of school. It went well, but of course those first day of school events happened all over the place. In case you're not a teacher, you know it's the first day of school when:
- you sit down to at least three frantic emails from students who were "dropped without consent" from your class and can you please save their seat
- no one has their book
- you have a steady stream of students asking if they can just skip the grammar course even though they took the placement test and tested into it
- you teach an important language, but the powers that be don't agree and you're in danger of losing yet another section
- you get an email five minutes before class from a student who is "super serious about this class but I'm still at home visiting my family so I won't be there today. But don't let that lead you to believe I'm not totally dedicated to learning Italian." Really? What does dedicated mean to you?
- a student with an unpronounceable name asks you what the Italian translation is. Don't get me started on my rant about translation of proper nouns!
- you lose your incredibly detailed lesson plan only to find it after class right where you thought it was
- you realize on your walk to the classroom that you have no idea what classroom you're actually supposed to be teaching in
- you have the depressing realization that this is the one and only day for the next fifteen weeks you won't be grading, grading, grading, grading, grading all night long
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