School is Dino-mite!

At least, that's what the poster on the door of the fifth grade classroom says. Sure, the spelling leaves something to be desired, but that's why I have a spelling bulletin board in the room. "Proper Spelling is the Bee's Knees." Oh man, this is bad news. I did it again. (James, I hope you're eating this up.)

I should probably be sleeping right now. Don't worry. I will be soon. It's just that... the last two weeks have been a typhoon of lesson planning, bulletin boards, book labeling, rearranging, question asking... everything. And I feel like I should be more prepared. I feel like I'm already behind.

Don't get me wrong. I'm ready. I'm SO ready. Ready like minute rice. Ready like my Guatemalan coffee once I stop being able to hear the boiling. Ready like Miss Everlasting. "Thank you. I like it!" (That's my Winnebago kids shout out - Holla!)

But I've also never been more unprepared for anything in my life. I'm not talking about lesson plans. I'm not talking about supervising recess like it's my job. (It is kind of my job, though.) I'm talking about holding little brains in my hands and pinching their coils to see how they work. (That metaphor is a little graphic, but that's how real tomorrow is.) I'm going to be a teacher.

Its the day before class starts, and soon at the school I'll be challenging students to identify my broken grammar rule. (Did you catch it?) The name tags are hung on each desk with care. I just noticed today I had the wrong side of a desk facing a chair.

I wish I had the patience to finish this rhyme. Instead, I'll keep you waiting for, perhaps, another time.