I'm freaking out. I'm having back to school nightmares, and difficulty falling asleep. I'm stressed. And it isn't for any of the reasons you would probably predict.
It isn't because students are coming back to school, because I don't get students for another 12 days (in what many are calling the longest teacher summer on record).
It isn't because I don't have an awesome class website that took way too long to make, because I do: http://emilybroyles.wix.com/geolitpsych.
It isn't because I haven't changed the website for my personal blog so that students can't google it, because I did.
It isn't because I haven't planned out all of my first units for three different classes...ok, that's partially it.
But the real reason I'm freaking out? PAPER!
I got the following email from my new assistant principal, and it was intense:
What? They ration out our paper? What if I don't get enough? What if I have too much and people get jealous of me? How will I carry it? What if I need more than just one hour? What if my room is on the second floor and I have to wait for the elevator? Is there a black market I should know about? Do veteran teachers get better paper? Am I even considered a veteran teacher in this if I am new to the school? Where will I lock up my paper? What if my students steal my paper? Can I write a referral for paper theft?
These are just some of the questions I have in my head. But what I really need is a paper mule. And I might bring a drug mule too - just in case. With this kind of dog eat dog office supplies world, I'll need all the back-up I can get.
