My second class started this afternoon, and I wasn't at my best. I got a crappy night's sleep (as evidenced by the sleep cycle app) and had two of my sons, my granddaughters, and my ex-husband hanging around my house most of the day trying to figure out how they were going to spend time. I think they ended up doing nothing except playing with the girls in the back yard. While I'm happy my family is visiting, I like to have quiet time before my first day of class. Despite having taught for more than twenty years, I still get first-day jitters and any form of stress exacerbates them. (By the way, I know I've mentioned even as recently as yesterday that I don't mind having my ex around, that doesn't mean I want him at my house all day.) At least I was fully prepared and the first day allows me to use lots of "props"; we go over the highlights of the syllabus, I explain assignments, etc.
The students seem pretty good, and I think the semester will be just fine. I guess it wasn't a bad first day. I felt like I really rocked the first day (technically the second day) of my other class, but I know it can't be like that every time. Tonight we're having girls' night. I'm babysitting while the guys are at my middle son's house. My youngest went back to his house; he has a 9:00 class tonight. My youngest granddaughter seems to wait until I'm occupied to have something extremely important, such as, "Let's play airplane," or, "How do you like my hat?" as she walks around with a skirt on her head. I got her to take the skirt off, but she's waiting for me to either make or be an airplane. I suppose I should get on that.
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