The Secret Place

So… my sore throat became full on germ infestation.  I had a horrible asthma attack.  And went to the ER. Sigh. The ER gave me massive amounts of making-me-breathe medicine, which then made me have violent tremors in my whole body, so they had to give me massive amounts of other drugs to stop that from happening…  Seriously, this happens every time, and I tell them, and they say, “Well, you have to breathe…” How unreasonable. Now Sir is being a weird combination of strict and hovering. But I feel like shit, so I don’t really have enough energy to care. I’m going to bed, but I didn’t want to…

I survived the first day of school, and it was actually awesome.  I think part of that is a more stable group of kids, though I already have one that I know has a horrific home life happening and I’ll need to really build some relationship with her.  But I feel like we had a great day, we did learning, we had a debate, we learned expectations and actually followed them.  I had kids problem solve for themselves at recess (after I set the expectations).  I had kids respectfully discuss different views of a topic, and at the end of the day when I let kids share their learning for…

Tomorrow is the first day of school. I have so many expectations for myself…  I was going to write an SFD tonight, I was going to write something decent instead of just journalling everything…  I was going to… make dinner, do dishes, vacuum the house… My classroom is ready. I’m… mostly ready.  I will be ready by the end of my planning period tomorrow, which, lucky for me, is first period. But nothing else got done this evening. I’m so sorry to my multiple friends going through shit right now, I wish I had more to give you. I wish I had more… everything. But I’m going to bed at 8:30.…

We just got home.  I’m cold and wet (we got rained on) and tired.  Sir says I can go to bed, so this is just a body check so no one worries.  More tomorrow.