Panic

I used to panic often. I remember flipping out in the morning when my parents were "cutting it close" to drop me off to Junior High. The quotations are there for a reason, since I felt that arriving 10 minutes early was too close for comfort. Over the years, I hope I've gathered a little sanity and am able to take things in stride. But, I'm beginning to think that no matter how many years I teach, the week before school will be a battle between holding it together and completely freaking out.

One more day to prepare...then it's off to the races on Monday! Welcome to the 09-10 school year!

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