Today was a rough day. I thought the honeymoon would have at least lasted a bit longer than eight days.
Eight days! I walk the halls of shame for even thinking it would have lasted longer.
I was thinking the end of September or mid October. Who was I kidding? It ended this morning at a quarter to ten with the first of three drills (fire, shelter-in-place/severe weather, and lockdown). We rehearsed, we discussed, and we worked. Did it help? I like to think it did. The scary thought is, What if I did not rehearse or discuss the drills with them? Hmmph. I feel a tad better.
This is a very rambunctious bunch! My lessons must have physical components from the time they walk into my classroom until about lunchtime. I hope or else they’ll have to wheel me out of school into a hospital. Well, we know what that means for me. I’m even more tired thinking about it. Labor Day weekend can’t get here quick enough.