Give Me Something to Doooooo

I have now been out of the classroom for four weeks. That's four weeks where I didn't get the chance to tell someone they couldn't go to the bathroom and for them to sit down and hush up. I haven't written an AIM on a white board, haven't scheduled a convenient bathroom break, and haven't counted down the minutes until dismissal.

So why am I so restless?! It is a rather strange feeling knowing that I am not prepping a classroom right now. Even though it took an ass amount of time, there was some pleasure in putting up decorations and putting desks in order. If only that could be my JOB...decorating classrooms for a living. I would only have to work for a month a year and would charge so much that Anderson and I could vacay in Moscow like I've always wanted. I like the hats.

I'm so starved for some organization in my life that, when I was told during an interview for an on-campus job that a lot of it would consist of filing, I barked, "I LOVE alphabetizing!"

I even corrected a child who was calling his sister a name. In "teacher life," the kid would have said, "Yes, Mr. Vest." But, being that this was a Pier 1 Imports, the kids shouted, "This is not my daddy! which was a cue for me to bolt.

One week until classes begin. I hope I can make it.