Did you get your senior picture taken? Did you make your senior appointment? Don’t forget the senior deadline. Get your picture done. According to my records you have not had your senior picture taken. Hey guys, help me out. Here’s a list of seniors not pictured. Can you tell the kids in your classes to get their pictures made? Okay, Lifetouch will be on campus on THIS DATE to take your last minute senior pictures.
Hello. This is Mary Beth Lee. According to my records your senior has not yet had their photo taken for the yearbook. Lifetouch will be on campus on THIS DATE to take all last minute senior photos. This is the LAST chance for your senior to be photographed for the yearbook.
Notes (168 of them last year) delivered in class the week before final chance photos. Appointments required. Appointments made.
Library set up. Pictures taken.
Yearbook day: I’m not in the senior section!! Did you get your picture taken? Well, I did, in January. I called you, sent you notes, made your teachers harass you, the counselors called you down AND I made announcements the entire time Lifetiuch was here for last chance photos in OCTOBER. You’re right. You’re not in the senior section.
My introduction to my new school came courtesy of senior pictures. EM-S ISD uses a company called Glamour Craft, and they were on campus this week taking senior pictures. My new admin wanted me in the building just in case I was needed. I wasn’t, and that’s probably a good thing.
Monday was tough. I started unpacking my boxes and setting up shop in the new digs. It doesn’t feel like home yet. Brian and I stayed at the Venetian once. It was the swankiest place I’ve ever been. We had a butler and a doorbell. But we were still happy when we got home to the old house. That’s what Monday felt like. My new school is like the Venetian. But I have to find a way to make IT home.
I grew up in black and gold. I chose to swap the black with purple.
When I finished unpacking Monday, I sat at the computer and said What the heck have you done, Mary Beth?
After a few tears, I shook the bad feelings off and reminded myself I always hate school before the kids get there. Then I made a list of things I needed, because lists make me happy.
A bookcase was at the top of the list. Walmart to the rescue. $15.96 for a Mainstay 3-shelf bookcase. Sign me up.
People who know me understand the hilarity that was about to ensue. When it comes to mechanical issues, I’m pretty sure I have a learning disability. The book case instructions were photos. No words. YouTube took care of that. Two videos later (random guy:awesome, Target, your video is foreign language to people like me who don’t speak assembly required!), I tackled the project.
Step 1: go find a screw driver because I left my years of tool collecting in the old newsroom.
Step 2: arrange everything and make sure the pictures match.
Step 3: use the hammer
Steps 5-9: suck it up and get over being afraid of doing it wrong. Do the work.
Step 10: unpack the books and put them in alpha order in the new shelf.
And with those books, a whole lot of joy.
Because words are my business and books are my first friends and sharing books with my students makes me so happy.
That bookcase changed everything as far as attitude goes.
I’ve taken a huge leap and change is crazy scary, but I’m still me, and my new kids will be my kids just like my old kids are still my kids. And this year is going to be hard, so hard, but hard isn’t bad.
I’ll always bleed black and gold. But adding a little purple to the mix is a good thing.
*I’m missing so many books. I think I lost a box somewhere.
*putting old staff photos up on the shelf helped.
*a screw lock or something like that fell off the case. I threw it away because the case seemed fine without it. I hope the case is still standing when I make it back to the newsroom next week.
*standing there and letting fear stop you from moving forward is always the wrong answer.