Rachel is my mentor. She volunteered for this job, but don't worry, she doesn't get paid. I was hoping she got paid so she could take me out to dinner at Sweetwater Tavern to discuss my progress as an educator. Drats.
Rachel decided that it was sort of like "Bid Day" back at Alpha Chi Omega. Except she didn't bring me a balloon with my name on it and a bucket full of candy. She brought me a Diet Coke. From my refrigerator.
My new room is on the first floor in a corner with a window, and I share it with another special education teacher, Lindsay. She's also new so we unloaded our cars together and tried to figure out where things go. It took me 10 minutes to unload everything. At Northwest, it took me 10 hours to unload everything and get it up to the 4th floor without an elevator.

I'm excited to be here and get started. I have much to look forward to and yet sad for my kids at Northwest who won't know what this is like. And not because it is their fault either. I really wish my girls from NW were here to help me set up my room. Then it would really feel like home.



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It was so nice of you to stop by and say hi!