And so it begins.

by stryson

Ah, Labor Day Weekend. The in-between holiday for teachers, where we’re completely immersed in prepping for the coming week, and yet we cling to the  last weekend of freedom.

We had our faculty inservice yesterday. We were supposed to have it on Tuesday, but we were delayed because of lingering damage from Irene. Regardless of the delay, most of our school remains without power. I worked in my classroom until the light wasn’t good enough anymore. JCP&L says we should get power back by tomorrow; we’ll see. In any case, we held our full-faculty meeting in one of the few rooms with power. I don’t understand how the school is wired, honestly. Two rooms in one hallway had power. The rest of the school was dark. However, the admin offices across the street were with power. Strange! In the afternoon, I set up my door and the labels for the kids’ lockers. I am going to take a picture of the door when it’s better lit; it’s actually quite cute. I got a set with a juke box and 45s, on which I printed the kids’ names. My banner, a music staff with notes all around it, reads “4th Grade ROCKS!” I’m currently working on the cover sheets for their binders, which have their names & homerooms on them. I decided to put “Tryson Group  4A ROCKS!” inside of an image of an iPod (or, at least, a generic mp3 player – the image came from Word’s Clip Art) and their names at the top, using a funky font.

It’s stuff like this that I love about teaching. I get to let my inner nerd loose.

As we gear up for the year to begin, I’d like to leave you with this quote:

“I’ve come to a frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element in the classroom. It’s my personal approach that creates the climate. It’s my daily mood that makes the weather. As a teacher, I possess a tremendous power to make a child’s life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration. I can humiliate or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis will be escalated or de-escalated and a child humanized or dehumanized.”
— Haim G. Ginott

Let’s go forward with the conscious intention of being instruments of inspiration.

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