saying “Whos the new girl?” and seemed pretty excited.
ripple effect. Imagine their surprise to see me in front of class. Thegood news is that once I opened my mouth, they knew I was the teacher.It worked out fine except for one sweet 7th grader who had a mightycrush on me. He kept writing his thoughts on his papers but at least hisSpanish improved greatly from his previous work.I did learn a bit about clothes, though. I had few clothes and nobudget. My skirts were all amazingly short (pants were not yet allowedin school–this was 1970–sigh) and I learned that you could not raiseyour arm to write on the chalkboard. This was a problem especiallybecause I am only 5′ tall and thus had a narrow range of useable board.So yes, dress as professionally as you can. Rest a lot. Be the teacher.Try not to let stress get to you and enjoy all the little things thatcome up.
