Nervous Nellie

I am a creature of habit. I like my comfort zone. It makes me anxious if I have to stray from it. I firmly believe God dropped summer school in my lap. Because I believe that, I feel I had no choice but to accept the position even though working during the summer is not something I wanted to do. All last week, I was nervous about it. Will I get along with the teacher? Will the school be easy to navigate? What will parking be like? Will I love the kids as much as I love the kids I am used to working with? Will I be able to handle it? Will I know what the heck I am doing? Will I look stupid to the teacher? Ya'll, just be thankful you aren't Big D, bless his heart for supporting & encouraging me.

It's been 3 days now, 2 days with kids. The teacher is wonderful & sweet. The 1st day, when she found out I loved diet coke as much as she, she ran out to Sonic & came back with a Route 44 for each of us. We think alike. We were walking around the school & noticed a room marked as "Resource". We were commenting on how surprised we were that it was labeled & how the school could get sited for that. BTW, those not in the know, Resource is a special education department so that means Confidentiality with a big C. We decided to peek in the room to see how it was set up. Imagine our surprise & laughter when we saw it was a storage room filled with construction paper & other supplies! So, yeah, no worries about working with this teacher. I don't think I've come across as stupid to the her... yet. I'm not about to ask her!

I can find where I need to go in the school with no problem. Yesterday, parking was a little hectic, but I've adjusted my arrival time & now have no issues.

How could I even wonder if I would love these kids as much? It's like loving your first born & thinking you can never love this way again. Then your second born comes along and you realize you are capable of loving just as much. These kids are so fun & so precious. And one of them lives 2 doors down from me. I am hoping since the sessions are just 3 weeks each that the "honeymoon" period never ends.

I think I know what I'm doing. We haven't actually started the actual grouping yet (this is a reading summer school) as the teacher just finished up her testing. Tomorrow, that will start. I feel comfortable, right now, so that's good. I know I can handle this.

Fear of the unknown is one of my flaws. And, usually, it's all for naught.