So, yes, we've established that at this moment in time, I love my job. Probably because it's mostly theoretical right now, in that "Monday is days away" way. And I know, come Monday, I'll be smiles and sunshine (and yawns) because I really do enjoy
(1) the meet-and-greet, how-was-your-summer chatfest of the faculty breakfast;
(2) the inevitable "guess that TV theme song" that my principal puts together, usually with Starbucks cards (score, says the Starbucks-is-crack addict!) as prizes;
(3) the first few hours in my classroom, when I manage to do everything except unpack my five years worth of crap that I only packed up two months ago;
(4) the first department meeting (although I should strike this from my list, because although I usually enjoy this part, this year I actually have to lead the meeting, and that freaks me out);
(5) the aforementioned clean slate.
However, I do not enjoy
(1) the stress of learning all the kids' names in time for Back to School Night in September;
(2) the stress of interims in October, December, March, and May;
(3) the stress of report cards in November, January, April, and June;
(4) the long haul between February's President's Day and April's Spring Break;
(5) the stress;
(6) the stress;
(7) the stress.
And yet... I can't see myself doing anything else.
>waves Teacher Pride banner wildly in all directions and wishes summer were a week longer<