Pencils and Markers and Glue…Oh My!

22nd August 2011

The Picky Girl. Her brother. Ernie. First day of kindergarten. A long long time ago.

I have always loved the first day of school. I can remember my mom marking my name in Sharpie on each of my crayons and the smell of my classroom, new with pencil shavings and boxes of Kleenex and Elmer’s glue. When I was young, my mom taught kindergarten and my dad taught high school. I used to love heading up to school with them to set up their classrooms. Mom’s was elaborate and fun – she had the coolest old clawfoot bathtub with pillows for her students to sit in and read. Dad’s was much more utilitarian, but I loved putting trim on the bulletin boards.

Tomorrow is the first day of school for me, and as of last Thursday, I have a new job: I will be teaching Intermediate and Advanced Reading and Writing for ESL students. I am so excited, as it is a full-time teaching position at my university, something I have wanted for quite some time. However, as many of you know, I have taught English (Composition and Literature) for the last six years, so this is quite a switch from last year’s first day of school teaching post. Since I just got the teaching materials on Friday, I thought I would be a basket case. I tend to be a very anxious person so new job + totally new subject + very intelligent adults who hold multiple degrees in other countries + having to go in practically empty handed would normally = a nervous, nail-biting, caffeine-drinking Jenn. (What? I’ve only had two Dunkin’ Donuts Pepsis and no, that is red pen on the ends of my fingers, not blood.)

I have prepped my syllabus; however, the textbooks won’t come in until later this week, and there is a schedule we are intended to follow, but there are words and acronyms on it that I really don’t understand. By all rights, I really should be nervous, but I’ve got the first-day-of-school haze. All I can think about is packing my pens and markers and syllabi into the great school bag (aka the diaper bag…don’t tell) I bought at the start of school last year. Wish me luck!

P.S. On another note, I was thrilled to wake up today to an email from Amy of My Friend Amy, telling me one of you lovely people nominated me for Best Literary Fiction Blog for Book Blogger Appreciation Week. I think I looked at the email a dozen times just because it made me feel so good. Thank you so so much, whoever you are. You deserve a slice of pie or a very good hair day for passing something so fantastic on to me. The longlist nominations will be posted next Monday, and I’m not quite sure how the whole process works, but honestly, I am just so happy to have been plugged for this. ๐Ÿ™‚ I have to pick five posts indicative of The Picky Girl, so any suggestions would be great! Do you have a favorite post?

  • Anonymous

    Good luck on your first day! I’m sure it will be great!

    Serg goes back tomorrow, too, but my classes don’t start back until next week. Oh, the life of an adjunct. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Thanks! I’m crossing my fingers. You guys are starting late, but then my sis teaches public school and goes back tomorrow. We used to always go back later than the public schools.

  • Congrats on the job and being nominated for BBAW!! You’ll be awesome in your new position, I’m sure ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Thanks, Jo! I appreciate it.

  • Amy

    Good luck! I am sure you will be great!

    I miss that first day of school feel…

    • Thanks! It went really well! (Thank goodness.) Now just to get into the swing of things.

  • You being that anxious about it means you’ll do a good job because you’ll be ultra-prepared! And your students may be highly intelligent and have multiple degrees but in that classroom, YOU are the expert on the English language.

    Congrats on your BBAW nom!!

    • Elyse! It went so well, and I am so pumped. Thanks for the words of encouragement.

      And thanks re: the nomination. It was so unexpected!

  • Congrats on the BBAW nom and the new job! I’m sure you’ll do great. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Thanks! I hope so. It went well today, but I have a LOT of prep to do.