I had my first back-to-school nightmare last night. I was standing in front of a group of my kids, trying to start the first day of school lesson, and they wouldn’t stop talking. Not the way Period 3 used to be, where they would at least pretend to listen for a few seconds and then restart. These kids just wouldn’t even take a breath long enough for me to get a word in. None of my standard consequences worked. The kids earned detention after detention and nothing changed. I threatened to call parents and then realized we all knew I didn’t have the phone numbers yet. I stood there, useless and incompetent, until the bell rang.
In the dream, I stood around and mentally berated myself afterward. Clearly my lesson wasn’t engaging enough. Where was my PowerPoint? What activities were we supposed to be doing? Did I even prepare anything at all? Clearly this was a failure of basic TFA training: “If you don’t have a plan for them, they will have a plan for you.”
Apparently my subconscious has a plan for me: it’s trying to make sure I spend my last month of summer stressed out and preparing for next year. Not cool.