Quarter One…aaaaand SCENE!
It always seems impossible until it's done.
You know…nine weeks ago I was trying to be duck-like. I tried to remain calm on the surface while freaking out below-decks. I had no idea what this quarter would look like. I had little idea how to use the tools I’d been presented. I didn’t know how it would go with these new kids. Now…to be fair, I usually have some version of this mad paddling every year…performance anxiety, if you will. This year, of course had that extra, ghost-pepper spice of being all THAT but also ‘RONA.
I am wrapping up my week of supervising a class of actual, in-person students today…it has been pretty great. I was able to reunite with a couple of my seniors and meet some of my juniors face-to-face for the first time this year. It was so good to see half of their faces. I was fretful about this week, but it turned out just fine.
Fear is insidious…it slips in through the cracks and under the baseboards. I don’t MEAN to let it influence me, but I will turn around and there it is…crouched like a gargoyle on my shoulder…whispering in my ear. Today that guy gets flicked with a mighty FLICK, complete with the satisfying crunch of him hitting the wall and sliding down and away.
Quarter One is in the can, ladies and gentlemen…take five.
