Kids… Are Weird.

Like seriously.

I have been called, “bae,” this week.


For real? A teacher. Adult. Person with fledgling crows feet, at least 10 years older and I am called, “bae.”

This week I discovered what it’s like to be the new kid, all over again. Sure, last week people were like, “You’re new, here’s how things are…” And yet… It’s just not the same when kids arrive.

Seriously, this goes for having kids and teaching kids.

I say “good morning,” to them and I’m crazy.

I say “good evening,” or “have a good afternoon,” and they just can’t understand why I would say that.

I have told the most ghost stories of my life, providing breaks for EMSS teachers (English, Math, Science, Social Studies).

I’m running out. I’ve told these two to four different classes! It’s like they live off of fear.

I’m telling you.

Don’t let my complaints fool you, it’s exciting to be in a new school, learning the buildings, getting lost, learning names, and I loved decorating my classroom. I can’t wait to see how these classes divide out (woodwinds and Brass) and I am afraid my classes will always be smaller than K’s.

There just aren’t a bunch of brass instruments at the school. Most schools. Tubas are pricy ($5,000-$10,000 at least). I hope for lots of rentals next week at rental night.

I’ve received hugs from children I don’t know the names of, learned incredibly sad stories of foster care and group homes…

I’m nervous about my first actual honest-to-chickens classes.

I have to make sure we understand ghost stories are for Halloween, not everyday classes.

And this school is way more haunted than the last. I’m talking about daytime sightings and all that.


I had to personally walk a girl into the auditorium and behind the stage to the nurse’s office. Which… Is a strange place for the nurse… But I thought the poor dear was going to pass out from fear and sickness!

But it’s all coming together. We’ve been recruiting like mad, I’ve walked 4 to 6 miles daily this week and gone to bed exhausted around 8:15 every night.

I’ve also managed not to allow myself to feel guilty about old kids from TMS. I know there isn’t a music teacher/ band teacher there. Many, many people have let me know there still isn’t anyone.

I could sill comeback, they tell me.

I know things haven’t been picturesque, but I’m not giving up.

I’ve taken advantage of my paycheck (I did receive an increase! Hurray!) and procured the most ridiculous hurricane supplies. Yeah, I’m in one if the states in the east coast dealing with Hurricane Hermine. I have:

  • Chinese takeout
  • Cheetos
  • Cheddar popcorn
  • Bugles
  • Cheese puff poofs
  • Skillet poppers (muffins for breakfast)
  • Milk
  • Juice
  • Chips ahoy cookies x2
  • 24 pack of water

Yes, I am and adult. So much so we had Chinese and a mixture of all the chips an two cookies each for dinner.

Yup. Totally healthy.

I’m in there somewhere only lower. It’s not the wind, it’s the rain. Lots of things are flooded, but we have Cheetos so there’s that…

Seriously I hope all my kids are okay, old and new alike.

Wow everything got way more serious than intended. Seriously though, things are going well, slowly but surely paperwork is getting done, lists drawn, students placed. I have one music class (the rest are band) and hopefully I will be changing that to band in a week or two. We’ll see how the kids respond. It would be nice to have 40+ in the 5th grade group.

We’ll see. Until then… Kids are just weird, interesting little humans!
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