I woke up bright and early this Sunday to head over to school and prepare for my annual observation. I have no idea what day or class period my boss will show up, all I know is that he said he would come between this Monday and Friday to observe me.
Talk about suspense. It's killing me. I have been a nervous mess. I hope he shows up Monday morning, first period so that I won't die of a premature heart attack. If I am nervous now, I can't imagine being stress this entire week.
I have been reading the story I will teach and coming up with some questions for the kids. Today I was at work from 9 am to 2 pm and I cleaned my room, fixed my desks, ran the power point to make sure my technology worked and printed stuff for class.
I feel like I am going to be entering the boxing ring this week. I knew this annual appraisal was coming. We all get them, it feels like it came too early and I am so worried, scared, nervous.
In this corner, second year teacher. Former editor and general manager of some tiny newspaper. Covered court trials, murders, happy fundraising events and even witnessed a Texas death row execution. Let's hear it for the nervous wreck Ms. Acosta.
And nothing. The sound of crickets and suddenly, boos circulate. Kids throw books at me, yell and scream.
In this corner. The boss. The Principal. Once attended this freshman campus as a student and now runs the place. He can walk in wherever and do whatever. The one, the only, the key master, the Big enchilada!
Everyone stands up and cheers. He walks up to me, like a boss and gives me "I am watching you" finger pointing sign.
I hope all goes ok and he doesn't leave me till the last minute. Like a bandaid, just pull it and get it over with.
Wish me luck my one blog reader, or Tori Amos fan that found my blog my searching for her and instead got me.
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