Ties

I had mentioned to a friend that we had been slapped in the face by daylight savings time on Sunday and this morning I fully felt that slap once again.

I've been slacking off from going to Charlottesville High School on a regular basis..or at all..for a while now and decided to make the first Monday after Spring Break the day that I begin to go back. Great move.

I went to bed around 12:30 last night and set my alarm for 7. To my surprise I woke up at 6:30, which would have been 5:30 just a few days ago. I sat in bed for a little bit, hoping to come to a realization that I never have to go back to CHS and that this is just some weird delusion I'm having. It never came and by 6:45 I was sitting at my computer, eyes all squinty from the surrounding darkness and bright light in front of me. I took a wake-up shower and was finally able to put my contacts in, signaling the real start of my day because I cannot sleep in my contacts. I now have an hour of time to burn because of my early start.

I still have to decide what to wear and I'm thinking that I'll have to go with some kind of shirt-tie combination because the students haven't seen me in a while and I don't look like I'm too much older than them. That's why I use the tie...to set myself apart from them. Going back to a school and teaching (or even just observing) is a completely different experience than what it was like to be a student. Not that I ever really saw teachers as these mean people who were out to get their students, but now I tend to almost always see the idiocy that these teachers are dealing with from the students and nothing from the students' point of view. That probably isn't the best way to look at things because I'm supposed to have the insufferable pair of sympathy and empathy working in my mind so I can better understand my students.

But these aren't really my students. I'm just kind of stealing them for a little bit. I tell myself that so that I can get away with not giving a shit about them.