Mrs. Farver is not just my mother any more..

We are teachers. Ready or not, Erin and I are now officially 4 complete days into being the heads of our respective classrooms. Mr. Farver. Mrs. Farver. Not my parents, but us--grownups--teachers. We are not Peace Corps volunteers anymore. We cannot get by on a smile, a quick song and dance and our pale white skin. We have to have lesson plans. We have to show up every day. We have to have substance. Most importantly, we can't wear sandals every day. That may actually be the hardest part, getting used to wearing shoes day in and day out. My feet hurt. They smell bad, too.

Last Sunday night was nerve-racking. We both desperately wanted the school year to start, if for no other reason to not be nervous anymore, but at the same time we were totally and utterly unprepared to be in front of a class and wanted it to be Sunday night forever. However, we did it. We have survived 4 days and are poised to finish out the week strong. There is so much paperwork involved in being a teacher at our schools--their lack of meeting AYP and perennial low scores on every test imaginable has the schools, teachers and students having to jump through more hoops than I ever thought possible.
My kids are pretty sweet. I really like working with 9 year old children. At least so far. We'll see what the next 170 plus days bring.