I have a schedule, hopefully the final version of one, for what I'm teaching very, very soon. I will teach two 9th grade classes, one of which is "inclusion," and one 11th grade World Lit class. Inclusion means there will be some special needs folks in the class and there will be a special needs teacher who does the class with me. I have absolutely no clue how that will work but I'm open to anything that includes another adult in the class for part of the day. My mentor teacher left me alone in the class much of the time when I was student teaching and she took several days off, but still, I'm a touch nervous about total responsibility.
I am using my mini-vacation before school to read up on "world" literature. My new textbooks won't arrive until about 5 weeks after school starts and I'm not familiar with much of the material. The world is awfully big, and I haven't been exposed to near enough of it. My big sister lent me a copy of her Norton World Lit anthology that she used in college which was published in 1985. There is only about two selections in the entire book that I don't consider white and western, and therefore, not really what I want my class to be about.
Why did I think I would have the whole semester planned out, not only reading selections but even lesson plans done for each day, before school started? I clearly had lost my mind.
But, I love this part.
I spoke with my department head the other day and she told me I will have MY VERY OWN CLASSROOM!!! I thought I'd have to camp out in the electricity classroom in the vocational wing first semester and then wander around like a lost soul with a cart second semester, but no, somehow the wonderful people found me a room.
Isn't it wonderful? This is clearly a very good sign for the future because 306 is also the number of my condo. The coincidence certainly says "home" does it not?
I spoke to my assistant principal this morning, and she told me more about my room. She said, "Welcome to inner city education." It doesn't have desks for the students or me, and they aren't sure if they'll arrive by the time school starts, but whatever, it's a room. I will make it home.