Tomorrow's the big day

I have sat here in silence for over an hour. The transition begins tomorrow. So many things I have to keep in mind of and what necessitates attention tomorrow will be completely different than anything I have been doing for the past twelve years. Seems as though it should not be a big deal, but the unknown makes it exactly that. Huge in some instances, I suppose.

I don't even know what to wear, what to expect, where to go. I am just sort of going and hoping that I do not forget that at 11:00 (or is it 11:30??!) I have to meet with my supervisor and master teachers. It should be fairly short and not a big deal. One thing that was mentioned in the orientation was that I was to dress professionally because student teaching is essentially a 6-month long job interview. I suppose I should not feel obligated to take those words into account being that I am a 5-year veteran of that campus and they have honestly seen me in very poorly chosen "work attire". It would be masquerading for people who already know 1: how lazy my attire gets, 2: my intolerance of questions regarding pretty much anything that contains a hair follicle's-worth of logic, 3: how kick ass it is to have me around for those pesky little tasks that no one else either can do or wants to bother to do. UGH. That still bothers me. One day I hope to cash that in. Maybe....

Either way, I still feel that, in the spirit of maintaining at least tiny bit of professionalism to my Student Teaching Supervisor (STS) who is also my former English teacher, I should dress like I do not like denim. But I do. I love denim. Except the holidays and several other factors are making me realize that holiday weight is so damn real. I had to do Cowles Mountain AND an hour of spin to validate eating all that I ate today, which was not much save for the slice of pie.... but enough about that. Smart dress pants and any professional-ish top that I can manage to keep buttoned it is. And after that, a long session of exercise.

Joy.

This is where the reality of what the heck I have been stressing out for, for about 2 years begins. I think I need another slice of apple pie.....