So here it is. The truth is about to be spoken: I fear I may get stuck in survival mode and forget all that I have read and thought and planned. My students will walk in the door on Monday, and I will panic at all that must be accomplished to make up for the five days lost to fire. PANIC! It keeps rushing in.
I want to breathe in peace and envelop my students with it on my exhale. I want to take it all in stride. I want to be the laid-back adult I planned to be. But alas, I am Type A. I am inwardly hysterical at the loss of the miniscule amount of control I thought I had garnered. I will smile and speak slowly and calmly, but the eye-twitch will give me away.
“Snow Days”, I tell myself. Teachers in places that experience weather survive unplanned snow days. BUT NO! Not in the first ten days of school! Not when they are trying to build a culture, establish routines and become a family!
I must find my chill, as my own beloved children would say, so that I can thrive. I need to calm the heck down and be the teacher my students need me to be in order for them to thrive. I will. I will.
Do you panic? What is your mantra that cancels out the cacophony of chaos? Whisper it to me so that I too may become a zen master.