I had to take Friday off to go to Sharada’s graduation. I have never felt such paranoia and anxiety about an event in my life… or at least for a while. Last year I took one day off because I was deathly ill and my doctor demanded that I stay at home. So did the Learning Strategist. This year, I’ve got a more motley group of students, who fly off the handle at the littlest of inconsistencies. Well, I haven’t tested that theory yet because I’m here every single day doing the same thing, so they know exactly what to expect. I have learned to dread the unexpected. No, days off are not like sleeping in or eating a late breakfast at the Omelet House. Nope. For me, it’s arriving at 5 AM in Atlanta, sleep-deprived and wired with coffee. Then I pick up my brother and my rental car, heading to Cairo.
Here I go. I definately panic. You have to prepare a flexible lesson plan/packet. I worry because it’s not difficult to take up 53 minutes. However, I teach one block (100 minutes!) of a reading intervention class. I hope I planned enough for them. For some reason, you anticipate your room being ripped apart and rendered asunder. I also have only slept 4 hours on the plane. I’m exhausted. Yawn.