Teacher Dreams

Recently most conversations with friends and relatives involve them asking when school starts again.  This is the first year that I keep forgetting what day I have to be back at work.  By this point with most summers,  I can't wait to have a routine again and actually have something to do that I just about count down to school starting.  This summer, I have had so much fun and achieved so much that I don't want school to start just yet.

With tonight's conversations, I ended up talking to a friend and I got on the topic of the crazy dreams I usually get just before school starts.  I haven't had one yet this summer, so maybe you'll get an update later. In the meantime, my friend was laughing so much at these dreams he told me I should write them down and I figure that if I teach long enough I could probably write and sell a book.  I realized later that I have written down most of the dreams in posts so here are a few flashbacks to my awesome teacher dreams:

* 2010 Beat boxing teacher

* 2009--1st and 6th grade

One that I have not written down is I think my very first teacher dream--Background: I was hired on as an intern to teach 3rd grade and already knew most of the curriculum and what to expect from a 3rd grader.

In my dream I showed up at the school on the very first day, ready to go and excited to teach.  When I got there, the secretary showed me to my classroom.  The room was in the basement and was very tiny.  The secretary tried to pass it off as a classroom but I knew it was more of a large supply closet because of the size and because it had a bunch of PE equipment all over the place.  There were no desks but the secretary told me that we would be getting some tables soon.  I tried to say something but before I could, the bell rang and the secretary told me that my class was coming in from recess.  I was expecting about 25 3rd graders, but the students running in were most definitely NOT 3rd graders, they were more the size of 6th graders and all seemed to have severe cases of ADHD.  Before I could object, the secretary was hurrying out the door and telling me to have a nice day.