Well, it's that time again. A new school year has begun and I'm so NOT READY! With sixth grade staring me boldly in the face, plus Kindergarten and Second, I'm thinking, "Doomed, I'm totally doomed."
It's like this. I'm an organizational freak. Everything must be planned and ready. Otherwise I kind of wander around wondering where I am and what day is it and do I need to do the dishes or laundry or what?
You're thinking ADD or clinically insane and I get that. But it's just the kooky person that I am.
So I've spent the Summer moving, coping with loss of family members, coping with how expensive it is to live miles from everything that used to be five minutes away, and other things. And something terrible has happened. Amid all of my goings and comings, Summer fled and the school year came and I find myself unorganized and unprepared.
Okay, in all fairness I had planned to be leading a co-op and those plans were going swell until the whole thing fell through due to lack of teacher participation. So I'm not a total loser - I had made plans. It's just that now I have to start over and my always-be-prepared, have-your-power-point-ready, make-sure-your-graphics-are-awesome personality is suffering from serious I-don't-even-have-an-excel-spreadsheet done mentality. Not even one spreadsheet. Insert scream here.
How the mighty have fallen. Mighty? Okay, insert humility here.
So, here I am face-to-face with sixth grade. It's not just sixth grade though. It's sixth grade Math. Can you say Algebra? Control the urge to scream again, but it's coming. It's out there waiting for me and I must face it prepared - with spreadsheets and graphics in-hand. Otherwise it will destroy me! Really!
Breathe. I had a boyfriend once whose mantra under stress was "Relax, Breathe, Move gracefully." I need to channel that right now.
Okay, tangent aside (hee hee, geometry pun!) I need to get real and get going on this. Time is flying and algebra is coming! Pray for me.
In the mean time I must say that the school room is the most organized room in the house; the curtains are hung, the decorations are on the wall, the bookcases are beautiful (sigh), and the place is pretty dog-gone organized. All that awaits is...teacher with a plan in hand.
So that means I must either embrace the laptop fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants method, or get my backside upstairs and organize the office and my treasured Mac with multiple printers and stupendous graphics, etc. so that the plan can materialize. I'm thinking laptop mode may win out this year. Have you seen the mess upstairs? Could the move-in fairy please come and finish unpacking? And after that the garage-sale fairy could organize and label all the stuff for that, and then the donation-fairy could...but I'm rambling, aren't I?
Here's to another school year, perhaps sans graphics and power point presentations, but filled with lots of love and learning.
It's like this. I'm an organizational freak. Everything must be planned and ready. Otherwise I kind of wander around wondering where I am and what day is it and do I need to do the dishes or laundry or what?
You're thinking ADD or clinically insane and I get that. But it's just the kooky person that I am.
So I've spent the Summer moving, coping with loss of family members, coping with how expensive it is to live miles from everything that used to be five minutes away, and other things. And something terrible has happened. Amid all of my goings and comings, Summer fled and the school year came and I find myself unorganized and unprepared.
Okay, in all fairness I had planned to be leading a co-op and those plans were going swell until the whole thing fell through due to lack of teacher participation. So I'm not a total loser - I had made plans. It's just that now I have to start over and my always-be-prepared, have-your-power-point-ready, make-sure-your-graphics-are-awesome personality is suffering from serious I-don't-even-have-an-excel-spreadsheet done mentality. Not even one spreadsheet. Insert scream here.
How the mighty have fallen. Mighty? Okay, insert humility here.
So, here I am face-to-face with sixth grade. It's not just sixth grade though. It's sixth grade Math. Can you say Algebra? Control the urge to scream again, but it's coming. It's out there waiting for me and I must face it prepared - with spreadsheets and graphics in-hand. Otherwise it will destroy me! Really!
Breathe. I had a boyfriend once whose mantra under stress was "Relax, Breathe, Move gracefully." I need to channel that right now.
Okay, tangent aside (hee hee, geometry pun!) I need to get real and get going on this. Time is flying and algebra is coming! Pray for me.
In the mean time I must say that the school room is the most organized room in the house; the curtains are hung, the decorations are on the wall, the bookcases are beautiful (sigh), and the place is pretty dog-gone organized. All that awaits is...teacher with a plan in hand.
So that means I must either embrace the laptop fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants method, or get my backside upstairs and organize the office and my treasured Mac with multiple printers and stupendous graphics, etc. so that the plan can materialize. I'm thinking laptop mode may win out this year. Have you seen the mess upstairs? Could the move-in fairy please come and finish unpacking? And after that the garage-sale fairy could organize and label all the stuff for that, and then the donation-fairy could...but I'm rambling, aren't I?
Here's to another school year, perhaps sans graphics and power point presentations, but filled with lots of love and learning.
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