It’s half over. Exactly one month from today. I avoid looking at the calendar because that’s just way too in your face. I try to ignore the way the clock seems to be racing on its own time-warp schedule, getting louder and more menacing as it tickety-tocks my carefree days away. But there is one reminder, regular as clock-work about this time every summer, that is totally out of my control.
The inevitable back-to-school nightmare syndrome!
It was that typical first day when the little darlings arrive so fresh faced and eager, unaware that their fully rested and rejuvenated teacher has already been launched into overload by too little time in her room, too many new programs to learn, and too little sleep the night before.
I arrived late and discovered that I had left something vitally important in my car. Whatever it was, I simply couldn’t do first day without it. I raced back to the parking lot, just on the edge of the campus that resembled a cross between New York City and Disneyland, only to find that I simply could not remember the way back to my room. Who knows how long in dreamland it took me to find my way out of the maze but thank heavens for quirky coincidences. I spotted my fellow teachers at the football stadium along the way and suddenly remembered it was the opening day assembly. My luck continued when my colleagues, gathered in a tight cluster in a dark corner at the foot of the stands, assured me they had covered for me, and my class was in good hands. No admins in sight. Whew!
“Where are my students?” I inquired with relief and a good bit of curiosity.
“Students? What students? We’re just here to watch the game. Have a beer!”
Wow, I thought. School start-up has really improved. This is going to be a great year.
I somehow found my way to my room and was further delighted to find not one, but two brand new state of the art computers. I must be dreaming, I thought. I remember only putting in for a new power cord on the wish list. Suddenly someone down the hall said they saw a cloud of locusts moving across the campus in our direction.
The students have arrived!
By now my computer elation had morphed into panic when I realized my room had no electrical outlets, indeed no electricity, and I had forgotten to prepare a lesson plan.
Give me a few more dreams like this one, and I’ll be powered up for another great year!