
I had to go to the TACS convention…and apparently they don’t know my name.
Awkward.

I had to go to the TACS convention…and apparently they don’t know my name.
Awkward.
If I looked pissed off in this picture, it’s because I was. I couldn’t find the production binder for the show I’m directing, even after tearing up the house for fifteen minutes before I left for work. Thankfully, I found it in my car right after this photo was taken. And then I felt dumb.
This dress makes me feel like a nautically inclined mime. It’s not the usual print I gravitate towards- I tend to avoid horizontal stripes like the plague- but this dress is so comfy and constructed just right. I added the cardigan since it’s getting a little nippyish in the mornings, although I had to take it off when I started reorganizing the library shelves because wow, my classroom got super hot. Also, it looks like I’m barefoot, bt I’m not. I’m wearing gold flats.
From the children’s department.
Oh, well.
I wore this for charades day! I had my students play charades for nonverbal improv, and it was awesome. I picked all movie and book characters, and it worked out that the girls kept getting the superheroes and the boys kept getting princesses. It was hilarious.
Dress: Forever 21 via eBay
Cardigan: Target
Shoes: Payless
Nail Polish: NYC Big Apple Red Creme
Perfume of the Day: Vera Wang Glam Princess
So I’m a teacher now.
And it’s slightly terrifying.
I don’t have a degree in education. I don’t have years of training and experience. I’ve been working in a school for a year and a half and that’s about it. Well, it helps that I’m teaching theatre arts. I’ve been in theatre for ages. So that helps. But still. Terrifying.

I STILL NEED TO GET MY POWERPOINTS READY. AND PRINT OUT MY HANDOUTS. AND PREPARE THE GAME FOR FRIDAY. AND PLAN NEXT WEEK’S LESSONS. OH GOD I’M GOING SCREW EVERYTHING UP, AREN’T I?
I changed outfits five times already.
I had to meet parents at open house yesterday and I felt like a babbling cotton headed ninnymuggins.
ARE PEOPLE SERIOUSLY TRUSTING THEIR CHILD’S EDUCATION WITH ME?
At least I don’t have my first theatre arts class till tomorrow. But I have to do the opening assembly and tutor and do aftercare. And also organize my library.
AUGH WHAT AM I DOING.
7th Grade Boy: Mrs. T, is Europe in England, or in France?
(later)
7th Grade Boy: Mrs. T, is Spain in Italy?
First Grade Girl: MISS CAITLIN. HE’S COPYING ME.
First Grade Boy: MISS CAITLIN. HE’S COPYING ME.
Me: First Grade Boy, are you copying her?
First Grade Boy: No, I’m not copying her.
Me: No, I’m not copying her.
First Grade Boy: Are you copying me?
Me: Are you copying me?
First Grade Boy: Stop copying me, Miss Caitlin!
Me: Stop copying me, Miss Caitlin!
First Grade Boy: Why are you copying me?
Me: Do you like it when I copy you?
First Grade Boy: Noooo…
Me: Then stop copying her.
First Grade Boy: …okay.
(during the school day)
First Grade Boy: MISS CAITLIN. I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU IN AFTERCARE. YOU NEED TO REMIND ME.
Me: Okay, I’ll remind you.
(during aftercare)
First Grade Boy: Miss Caitlin, I have to whisper something in your ear.
Me: Okay, tell me.
First Grade Boy: Miss Caitlin, guess what? My mommy and daddy are Santa and Mrs. Claus.
Me: Oh my goodness!
First Grade Boy: What do you want for Christmas? I’ll tell them so they can give it to you.
1st Grade Girl: Miss Caitlin, I really like my mom.
Me: Well, that’s very good! You should tell her that.
1st Grade Girl: And I sneezed twice during Bible.
Me: Did you have your hand up?
7th Grade Boy: Oh, no, I don’t have a polar bear. Question. I mean question.