This morning I thought about how these first few weeks are like running a marathon (which I’ve never done, but I can imagine it). You prep, prep, prep and then you have to hit the ground running, and there’s a lot of running. You hit the wall usually after the first day, and then you see that you have a week of not just teaching, but back-to-school nights. That’s what happens this week, with 3 evenings in a row (the joys of teaching grades 6-12). On top of that, I have meetings on a couple of days that run up until those evenings begin. I remember feeling like a deer in the headlights my first year, but now that this is old hat (ha!), I take everything in stride. I’m still exhausted, but at least I know what hit me.
It’s very difficult to stay motivated and on your game when you get wiped out night after night, but I’m going to try. I have set aside time during the day to go over my lessons for my classes on the following day, so I don’t feel like I’m floundering during class. Plus, that means I can collapse into bed when I get back from these events, which is a bonus.
After this week, school returns to a brisk walk–a long walk, but at least it’s walking and not running.