On The First Day of School

My first day of teaching is over. Yeah!
I have to say that as far as first days of school go, it was pretty good. It went so fast that I didn't have time to feel hungry or lament my lack of coffee.
This year my first day of teaching coincided with Son's first day of school. I had time to snap the obligatory First Day photo, but little else. Middlebrow was charged with dropping him off and picking him up after. Pretty anti-climactic. There have been no reports, yet, but Son is busy establishing some kind of elaborate Lego culture, complete with Lego economy, in his room with his Friend. I expect that I'll get some kind of off-handed but revelatory comments later, like, "Oh, yeah, but then after Whatshisname puked, Alex told us we were going to compose a rock opera using Garage Band." And this will involve some supply that I'm supposed to bring, or some email I'm supposed to have sent or received, and maybe some costumes that I'm supposed to construct using t-shirts and duct tape. I look forward to it.
So far, the year is off to a good start. Son's class rocks, and is possibly the best ever. Ever! I'm hoping that the insane stacking of my classes in the morning (1-2-3!) will eliminate the time I spend fretting and over planning.
I'm looking forward to teaching the Novel Writing class tomorrow night.

Son's First Day of School

This picture is just too good not to post. It shows Son on his first day of school. Can you see his attitude oozing from every pore? It's saying "Mom and Dad, don't embarrass me. Just don't. Stop!" I will always remember his first day of school this way. He looks so handsome in his new shirt. And he hates me.

1 Down, 59 to go

Not that I'm counting. Actually, last night that feeling of dread I sometimes get at the start of a semester (what if they don't like me? what if, as son has written, I actually am an "ediet"? What if I forget to put on my skirt and walk in wearing just tights and boots?) was entirely absent. I was actually 100% dread free.
This may be explained by the fact that I didn't have to teach until afternoon. So I got up and wrote. Can you imagine such a thing? Writing! And I took Son to school and I came home and did some other stuff and went to Costco and then ate a big salad and a Boca burger. Boca!
And my classes were good. Mostly, I believe, because I concocted a little activity that forced them to interact and also to practice some skills that we will be "honing" in class. We hone. That's what we do.
And then I went swimming and then I took the bus home and ate like a piggy. Oink!
Tired yet?
Also: I'm mostly excited about my trip to NYC with HighTouch and OtterButt (well, not so much with Otterbutt as I hope I get to see her repeatedly! alot! daily! hourly!) at the end of January. But I will be traveling with Hightouch and I hope we remember to buy excessive amounts of magazines like last year. So I already have something to look forward to.
And I'm looking forward to my fiction class tomorrow, which I must prep for. So farewell, for now.
Also, could someone tell me why I gave up drinking for January? (that is, all the parts of January that are not in NYC) Because I could really use a drink right now. Oh. That's why?