nightmare on dalton street.

around this time every summer for the last five years, ive gotten the nightmares. i wish i knew how to write in psycho slasher movie writing a la alfred hitchcock

or maybe drippy bloody rocky horror 

so i could type in that font. the nightmares are that serious. its almost time for school to start and its not uncommon for me to gasp and/or shriek, bolt straight up, and realize ive been sweating profusely in my sleep. about things a normal person would laugh at. in addition to the normal, run of the mill teacher nightmares... i have a few more joining them this year.

1. i finally applied to grad school. and got in. and completed the process. v-e-r-y quickly. my first class starts on the first day of school. 

2. im getting a student teacher. also on the first day of school. with me all day every day until christmas. 

3. i started receiving mail from the many projects student council is responsible for completing in the fall. like, all before winter break. 

4. i drafted my first blog entry for our kidblog. and realized just how big of an undertaking this project is. 

5. im contemplating whether or not ill be able to fit the tutoring program into my already busy schedule. but i know i need the money. its whats paying for grad school (and that new set of tires i just got). 

in addition to all that, the usual troubles... i have students rostered. BUT i have received no schedule, no special ed support schedule, no testing schedule, no information about interventions, no program for interventions, no word on benchmarks or gates, no answer for questions on vocabulary study, no new grammar materials, no print shop copies. and no level of organization that i need right now. its an understatement to say that im a little more than stressed. im trying to eat well and exercise, organize and plan what is in my control, and enjoy the time i can with friends and b. wish me luck.