Looooong week and and half (almost)

Thank goodness there are such things as Labor Day, Thanksgiving, and Christmas to look forward to. September and October hit me hard at the beginning of every school year, but for some reason, this year's new school season has sent me reeling. I haven't decided if I like my classes or not. I have one or two cute students who I have enjoyed, but right now, my classes haven't really formed personalities. They are just students. Sitting in desks. Staring at me. I don't mean to brag, but I haven't ever had a class that didn't at least crack a smile when I made a joke. And I think I'm funny. I even busted a move and cut a rug. I at least get a "I-can't-believe-my-teacher-is-so-lame-and-just-did-that" chuckle--usually. I guess I should count my lucky stars that I have quiet classes. Other teachers around here would kill for that. But I like a little tang to my days.
And omigosh I am tired. I came home yesterday and crashed from 3:00 to 7:30, and then I was still so tired and ornery that I had time to yell at my husband (poor man) and go to bed and sleep like a rock.
I don't mean to complain. I love my job. I love what I teach. I (usually) love teenagers. Maybe I just wasn't ready for summer to end. Maybe...I don't know. But things will begin to look up, I am sure. The Sophs will get accustomed to high school and homework, and my Creative Writers will loosen their tongues and relax.
One funny thing did happen the other day. I have a jewel named Amelia in my class. She is chubby thing, but oh so cute. One of the first days of school, I gave my sophs. a copy of the school song with some of the words removed. They were to fill in the blanks with their best guesses. In the part of the song that says, "Here's to our classes, here's to our lasses, here's to the lads they adore," Amelia wrote, "Here's to our classes, here's to our hall passes." I guess she figured that the best thing about school was hall passes. I laughed. It was funnier at the time than when I put it into words. This was also the girl who, on picture day, declared that she "didn't believe in pictures because she was Amish." I couldn't figure that one out, until she added, "My soul has been stolen." She was referring to the Native American belief that photographs take your soul. I laughed and told her her mistake and she said, "All right, then I'm an Amish Indian." She's pretty funny.
Anyway, that's all for now. Next time I'll write about the time I fell off my chair in front of my A4 class. That was something that needs to be put in writing.