I Guess I Didn't Need Laser Eyeballs After All

I asked some of my 10th graders what their expectations were of the class. The few who were willing to share said things like, "I expect to improve a lot in my writing," and, "I expect to learn to understand books better." Clearly one of my jobs this year will be to teach them to be more creative in how they choose to blow smoke up their teacher's ass.

So then I said, "Raise your hand if you expect this class to be hard."

Everyone raised his/her hand.

So I said, "Okay, now raise your hand if you expect that because of things you've heard from last year's class."

Everyone raised his/her hand.

So thank you, my former students, for so kindly spreading the word for me. Turns out the students walked in the room already terrified, and I didn't have to get that surgery after all.

Yes, I am surviving Week 1. It hasn't been too bad so far, although the dragging myself out of bed at 5:30am part is sucking WAY more than it did last year. More updates to come when I am slightly less exhausted and slightly more coherent.