How I love the First Day of School

My day was filled with little gems that can only happen on the first day of school.

*Conversation about the belly and nerve thing that happens on the first day of school.

*Pro/Con discussion on new shoes when you already have Spidey shoes.

*Compliments strongly requested on backpack coolness.

*Some on my feet distraction to get convince someone to go back into class.

*Band-aids applied to week old wounds as mental support.

*Huge smiles and hugs hello from students.

*A live long and prosper flashed.

I love this stuff.

Nightmares

Totally had school related nightmares last night. Too gross to discuss. Moon bounce related.

(I've always heard that teachers have these things right before school starts. It took year 6 for them to hit me.)

Oh, I forgot

Today, I realized I forgot more than just my usernames to school things over the summer. This blog is a list of the things I've forgotten:

• that the main office at a school is a place I'm drawn to and repelled by, all at the same time
• the way the custodians can rip apart my classroom in an effort to vacuum
• how heavy a kidney shaped table is and how hard it is to unflip it after the afore mentioned vacuuming lands it on another table - legs up
• how to think about something and drive on a freeway without swerving
• how to extract myself from conversations with cranky teachers
• the art of making a classroom look different than the year before
• how to feel a sense of excitement for the beginning of the school year.

I have exactly six days to remember.

Amazing Job

Now, I just have to figure out how to get around our firewalls at school to play this youtube video for my class!

Don't squeeze my pillow!

After some seriously wonderful beds at the lovely Canadian hotels during our 'moon, I became deeply unsatisfied with my flimsy, pancake of a pillow. When I told Dave that I was going to get some new pillows, he jumped on that train. Today's errand extravaganza brought pillows into my path...fluffy, hypoallergenic goodness. But, that's not the blog.

While waiting in line with a cart full of pillows, I realized that the lady standing behind me was on some sort of adrenaline high from shopping. She was talking about a deal she was going to get on a purse she was going to repurpose as a grocery bag, encouraging another woman to buy a robe that did not fit lady #2, and attempted to engaged me in shopping small talk. I thought that I gave her an answer that was both polite and sending the message that I was uninterested in continuing with the conversation. But, it was not over. After I turned around, she went on a sneak attack...she invaded my bubble and squeezed my pillow. She actually squeezed it-leaned over, put her grubby mitts on my pillow and then honked it. I felt as if some stranger came into my home and started going through my bedroom.

Maybe I should not be so indignant about someone touching something that was not technically mine. But, they were in "my" cart. They were on the way to being mine in a matter of moments.

Thankfully they were in a protective zipper case and I'm going to try to let the honking go and try to enjoy the fluffy goodness.