Good lord did my alarm kick my teeth in this morning. But then something weird happened. My commute crawled to a halt. I felt like it took a year and a half. Then the moment I step in the building? BAM, over in a flash.

Time, I guess has a funny way of really speeding up and slowing down against your will.

Anyhoo, kids? Fine. It’s only day one. You can’t get nearly a good idea of kids when they come at you 34 at a time. *Side thought* How do school come up with the maximum number of students that they’ll put in your class? 34 seems like a random, pick it out of a hat type of number if you ask me.

Today I realized two things:

1) Communication skills still escape people regardless of their title. You’d think with being able to do a job pretty much entirely from a smartphone, that sending emails would be done better. I have emailed administrators in my building and if I get a response at all, it is usually not for days. I have often emailed for simple requests like a list of names and more often than not, I’m left on read.

2) You know a building is on life support when union people are suggesting that you seek new opportunities. When it comes to teaching, it’s no surprise that new opportunities are hard to find during the school year. But when the best advice tells you to take one of those rare opportunities, it’s best to call in a person of faith for last rites.

Anyone know what the lottery jackpot is up to?