Work as started well. Everyone has been very receptive of the schedule I worked out and I haven't heard any grumbling. Of course, I wouldn't. I know how teachers are; we all smile at each other and say pleasant things then talk about the offender in the workroom/lounge. Hummm that makes me sound a little paranoid doesn't it. Probably I am, because I do like to please others. I do have some really low kiddos this year. I think I say that every year though. I have to keep reminding myself that I'm not working with the general population, but the students that are low and even sometimes low-low. I have no idea anymore what a true 3, 4, or 5 grader can do.
It is nice to be back in the grind so to speak. I have about figured out when I have to leave the house to get to work on time. That is a little bit of a trick from Bay City to Blessing. I have to go through 3 school zones before I get on the open road, but once I'm past the high school it is a straight shot with no slowing down. That is better than the drive from the farm house was even if it is a little further.
I just noticed something about my writing -- this sounds like I'm writing a letter to someone. Some imaginary person out there that is very interested in my life and ramblings. It that how it is supposed to feel??? New thoughts and ideas to me. Writing here is different than writing in a journal because you become aware that someone else might read it. With a journal I knew that I was the only one who would ever see it.
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I guess I always assumed someone else was reading my journals. ;D
I think you're right in that the voice is different when writing in a blog than writing on paper because of that imaginary reader. But I've always tended to write like I talk, even in class papers--rambling, parenthetical asides, forget midsentence where I was going with something. . . .
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