The time is 5:45. I am anxious…anxious and tired. Although,
this day comes every year for the past ten years, and I know I have made it through
alive and unscathed, I am still nervous. What is it you say? Why it’s Back to School
Night of course! This is the night when we face all 75 (or 150 if you teach the
block schedule) parents.
Why am I anxious, you ask? Well, we teachers fear being
cornered for an impromptu parent teacher conference, or questioned as if we
will not challenge their student enough. We fear technological glitches that
leave us putting on an impromptu dog and pony show without cue cards. We fear
our presentation being too short leaving us as vulnerable as a president being
pressed at a press conference. However, the night goes on… (and on, I might
add), and we make it through somehow. And so, I shall tonight – I hope. Thus,
this is a short blog tonight because the time has come; I must end because in
six minutes, the show must go on. Wish me luck – or maybe I should say “tell me
to break a leg!” B
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