It’s that time of year again. I start school tomorrow. I actually went back last week, but I get the kids tomorrow. Even after nine years, I still get excited about it. I have a really silly video to show my students that I made about classroom procedures: It’s titled Lil’ Juan’s Big Adventure. It stars this paper mache monkey that a student made last year. It really and truly was one of the ugliest things I had ever seen come out of the art room, so of course I fell in love it. I named it after the artist. I have decided that Lil’ Juan is my classroom mascot this year, and he will guide me this year. The first video the kids will see details my classroom procedures. It ends with Lil’ Juan getting sent to the principal’s office because “[even though he is nice and funny]”, he is still naughty monkey.
I can’t wait to make a substitute video starring Lil’ Juan.
I spent two hours at yoga today. It was the perfect way to start the school year. Zen. That’s my motto this year. I know January 1st is the most common time for resolutions, but I found this today, and think it’s perfect today. Very timely.
I found my 8th grade graduation program from 1992. In it were class prophecies. Kristi’s was eerily similar to her life. The only thing missing from hers was her husband and baby girl. She played soccer in high school, got a scholarship, went to the university that she wanted, and is teaching.
Mine, on the other hand, was a little off:
“Vanessa, after graduating from Zion, moves to Texas and earns a scholarship to Texas A&M University and studies ranch herding. After college, Vanessa opens up her own dairy. Then she makes her own diet mix to put in milk to help people lose weight overnight.”
Who would have thought that I would be college bound in 8th grade? I certainly don’t think my teachers did. I’m sure hey thought I’d up up as a pregnant alley cat hooked on black tar heroine. Ok, that’s an exaggeration (I hope!), but I’m sure NO one thought I’d be a teacher, especially an at-risk teacher.
Sometimes I get a little worried at how normal my life is now. A house in the suburbs. A husband. Investments. Coupons. When I look back at my life, it seems to have changed drastically in such a short amount of time. Five years ago was only 2004. It seems like it’s been at least double that time. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking. Maybe it’s just my mind trying to forget about the past. Whichever it is, I’m happy with the direction my life is going, even if I am a little anxious at times.
I took a nap earlier today and I know it screwed up my sleep pattern. Maybe I’ll just try to breathe deeply and relax before Gregg comes to bed. I never can sleep well the night before the first day of class. I just get too excited.