Monday, July 27, 2015

Learning to Chill Out, or, When a Control Freak Gets Pneumonia During Pre-Planning

As much as I hate to admit it, I can be a bit of a control freak at times. This trait especially comes out in my classroom.

It comes from a good place: I want everyone to be happy, to feel respected, and to be learning and productively engaged 100% of the time. To my students, this often annoyingly looks like me waking me up and telling them to read a book even when it's the last day before Spring Break and there are only 10 minutes left in class. During pre-planning, I am a monster of preparing productivity getting ready for the first week of school. This is my fifth year teaching, and I still get so stoked about each coming year. I spend the week (or so) of pre-planning in meetings, professional learning thingys (meetings? learning sessions? ...not sure what to call these), and--my favorite part--getting my classroom ready! I put all of the details that make my classroom a happy place together; I prepare my lessons and activities for week 1; I daydream about how this is going to be the most magical year ever, and each of my classes is going to be a beautiful learning community. This year, though, I've been benched.

After having my fever go up and down uncontrollably for about a week, I finally went to the hospital, and 1 (or maybe 2? I did have to turn.) chest x-ray later, I found out that I have pneumonia. I was firmly told to take my medicine and rest, or else I'd have to be admitted to the hospital. If you know me, you know how hard the rest thing can be for me. If you don't know me yet, I'd imagine you can tell my the number of run-ons in this post. I love to do things! And say things! And I LOVE PRE-PLANNING!

I'm learning to chill out and rest. Because, as much as I love getting ready for a new year, I love not being in the hospital more.  But I'm still freaking out a little. How can the school and my classroom possibly go on without me? (I can hear you laughing from here.) And how will week 1 be perfect if everything isn't just-so and all my handouts aren't perfectly lined up on my podium? (Again, enough with the laughing.) I keep singing Three Little Birds to myself, because "every little thing's gonna be all right." Well, singing in my head. Singing out loud would just make me cough right now. I am sad that I am missing Open House, which makes me feel like I'm going on a really fun first date every year. But, I know that resting now will ensure an even better week 1 and school year as a whole. As my students from last year can attest (the year of "bronchKatie"), Mrs. Cobb is a much better teacher than Mrs. Cough.

I'm going to put my puns to bed now.