Oh, that's right, I suddenly realize why, for much of the summer, all I wanted to do was sleep. Two days of getting ready for school and I'm completely fried. And I haven't actually gotten ready for school yet. And I have 9½ months to go.
Going into my second year of teaching, I find myself in much the same position as last year: no curriculum and a new room that's in chaos. One difference is that I know what the curriculum will be as soon as I can get to it. The other difference is that the staff now knows me and knows I'm the Building Technology Coordinator, and comes to me one by one or en masse in a panic about some computer- or network-related problem. After a day of absorbing and soothing the latent panic of impending student arrival from 30 other staff, (exacerbated by their terror at adopting PowerSchool), I finally had to go outside and lie down on a bench for 15 minutes. Then, as the custodians finally moved the furniture through my door, I sat down on a table to survey the disaster that is my new classroom. Computers everywhere, boxes everywhere, tables and chairs and filing cabinets and storage closets scattered about. Yikes.
Students come tomorrow (except Portland and Deering students, who will trickle in next week). Guess it's time to put young bodies to work unpacking things.