August 23, 2015 by Ellen V
Less than 48 hours, and the kids will be streaming into Roanoke Catholic School. Surely I’ll feel more prepared by then?
Last week was my first ever “back to school” week of teacher workshops and work days. When I started in January, I could sense the desperation everyone (including me) had to get me in and get me going. I gave myself a free pass on everything, on knowing what I was doing or what was going on.
This year there’s a bit more pressure. I’m teaching seniors, so there’s a certain set of expectations from both students and parents about what theology class is “supposed” to be like. I also can’t feign ignorance the way I used to–I actually should know what’s going on sometimes.
I feel like I’m in high school again. The anxiety and excitement of the first day of school are upon me. How will that first day go? Will I be where I’m supposed to be at the right time? What if I forget something important at home? What will I wear?
I’m looking forward to co-teaching ninth grade with my partner in crime, Mrs. W. I had that one by myself last year so it will be nice to have someone to share the class with. The first semester’s material is new to me, obviously, and it’s pretty intense. They are studying faith, revelation, and scripture.
The seniors are completely foreign territory for me. We’re flying through a Catholic Social Teaching curriculum the first three weeks, so they’ll have a test even before the first week is out. Sorry, kiddos.
One more prep day tomorrow, and then we’re off. Wish me luck!