Alarmingly Late

6:36am - Look at clock from every possible angle without glasses trying to ascertain the time.
6:38am - Shower, brush teeth, dwell on the general panic of the moment
6:48am - Start insane application of makeup without contacts
6:55am - Blow dry hair into a wild mangy mess
7:00am - Get dressed while listening to Chandra Wilson belt out "Wait" (an attempt to calm the jitters)
7:05am - Pin up the mangy mess acknowledging this is as good as it is going to get
7:11am - Pull out of driveway blaring LMFAO "Party Rock Anthem"
7:32am - Turn off car while chewing the last of my Breakfast-On-the-Go

That was my morning. Pure insanity. And yet marvelously, I made it to school. I may be a bit out of it today, but I made it. Thankfully my day was planned, and the kids are working independently most of the day. TGIF!

One Track Mind

For the last month, I have had a one track mind.

I have been eating, breathing, sleeping Freshmen and Junior English.

(Okay - maybe two tracks because baseball rules all in the fall.)

And so now as I sit here zoning out to the new X Factor, I realize that September ends tomorrow, and I am bone tired.

That said, the past few weeks have been like rediscovering a part of me that has been clamoring for my attention since I left San Ramon two years ago.

Miss Hutchins is back.

October's quest is make sure the Jaclyn I spent grad school discovering doesn't disappear.

The great balancing act of life continues.

It's a good day to be a Bronco

Every time our principal talks, he ends his comments with "It's a good day to be a Bronco." It's entirely too reminiscent of my middle school VP who used to say, "Make it a great day or not, the choice is yours." Either way, it's now been a few weeks since I became a Bronco. Besides a few fun distractions, I have been completely immersed in all things Northgate. I can't complain though. My latest batch of kiddies is great. Sure my 5th period gets distracted by air, and my 2nd period could stand to be (a lot) more kind. But all in all, it's a really good bunch. My 3rd period is so darling, I've nearly cried twice in class (this may also mean that sleep deprivation is getting to me).

In short, I may seem MIA, but I'm just living the life of a teacher. And let's be honest, it really is good to be Bronco.
{ps. Yes, the Bronco on the mural is a bit scary. It's not just you.}