Another Year Another Move

We have almost finished the first full week of the 05-06 school year. The early mornings are beginning to get a little easier and I am resigning myself to being the loser that is exhausted at 8 PM.

As of yet, I don’t have a lot of great stories about my students this year. Those of you who were reading my blog last spring might find some humor in knowing that the kid who made me so angry with his journal entry (I renamed him Jack in the April 21st post) just came by yesterday and asked me to write a college recommendation for him. He kind of put me on the spot in front of one of his classmates for whom I am writing a recommendation; I didn’t know what to say.
But as for this year’s group of students, I am still struggling to learn their names and their personalities. In turn, they are still trying to get use to my hiccups.

My class load is excellent. I am teaching three different courses of Geometry. Two I have taught before, and the third (my Euclidean class) is my first shot at teaching an on-level class of kids. They ask questions and they don’t complain about taking notes; it’s a teacher’s dream come true.

And with the beginning of a new school year, I am getting ready to do the same thing I seem to do every fall- move.

Rebecca is closing on her new town home (and my new home) tomorrow. The boxes have reemerged to cover every imaginable space and for the 7th time in 6 years, I get to spend evenings and a full weekend packing CDs, and books, and dishes, and clothes, all the other junk we have managed to accumulate. Man, I hate moving. But I will like living in our new, nice, and very empty because we don’t have the furniture to fill it, home. And I will like calling Rebecca by her new name, “My Slumlord.”