Generally, when I think of procrastination, I think laziness. Laziness tends to make my mind wander to "sleep." However, right now, I'm procrastinating sleep. I've found a paradox that I hope will not continue throughout this school year.
I am loving the start of my year in 7th grade The kids are spectacular; many of them are the same students as last year, but I've never seen students buckle down the way these guys have these first two days. It's beautiful to see kids following the "rules of writing badly" and being shocked at the amount of words they get onto paper.
I'm in my third year as a teacher in Tacoma, WA. They say your first two years are the most exhausting, but since the fifth of September, I've discovered that that fact is a blatant lie.
I'm having the best start-of-year I've ever had. Which may be why the circles under my eyes age me by about 14 years. Interestingly enough, I've not been asked how old I am this year. Maybe because they think I'm old and don't want to offend me by asking.
This post has been an accurate depiction of how my day has gone... how fitting that today I taught "The Importance of Writing Badly..." I am following rule #5 very well: "don't think; don't get logical." My sentences don't make sense together. I'm showing embarrassing pictures of my eye-bags.
Tomorrow is Friday, and if all is right with the world, then tomorrow night I may be able to express coherent thoughts.
Good night friends, fellow teachers, and random blog stalkers. And happy first week.
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