I had just about THE best friends there.
As much as I love my new school, I haven't quite bonded with anyone like I did at Summit.
Don't get me wrong--the staff is INCREDIBLE.
But I am definitely the youngest teacher--by maybe 15 years?
And they all know each other, and have inside jokes, and eat in a secret teachers lounge.
Just kidding about that last part...kind of.
On the first day of school, I went into the teachers lounge, and waited for teachers to show up.
Nada, nothing, no one.
I was beginning to wonder if I messed up the schedule--maybe it wasn't really lunch yet!
Then, the next day, I found out there is a "make-shift" teachers lounge on the third floor of the school.
I decided to give that a shot the next day.
And wala! I found all of the teachers.
As awesome and friendly as they are, I felt just a little awkward.
I hate being the newbie.
I don't know their names, or what subjects they teach--and I feel like I need to interject and ask questions every 15 seconds to understand the conversations.
C'mon--can't we talk about things that didn't happen last year? (or 20 years ago?)
The past few days I have been eating my lunch in my classroom.
I surprisingly enjoyed it the first day or so.
I turned on Netflix and watched the Office.
And unlike in the secret faculty lounge, I understood all of the jokes and knew all of their names. ;)
On my third day of eating-by-myself-in-my-empty-classroom-while-watching-netflix I learned something terrible.
Netflix is now blocked on my school's internet system.
I can't tell you how devastated I was.
I had just found new lunch friends (jim, michael, pam dwight)--and then lost them all within a matter of days.
So, today, I ate in my classroom.
And told myself--this is good. You enjoy it still. Use this time to grade.
But instead, I felt lonely.
And I wished I had hiked the two flights of stairs to awkwardly sit with a group of people I don't know.
Because, let's face it.
I gotta be surrounded by people to feel happy.
Isn't that why I teach?
Will I have the courage to do it tomorrow?
We shall see.
And that is my Wednesday sob story.