The electricity went off for a while last night. Thankfully I had woke up in need of a visit to the bathroom. There is nothing worse than being sound asleep and having your oxygen supply cut off. I'm hooked to a bi-pap machine at night thanks to my sleep apnea. To have it suddenly stop is a nightmare. The power was off for roughly 30 minutes. I reset the alarm clock and turned the fan back on before going back to bed. But I had trouble going back to sleep. Too many thoughts rattling around in my head.

This morning I've got those things I worked on yesterday, the things I found again and a Big Bad Voodoo Daddy CD tucked into a crate to take to work. We're going to explore the internet, move a little, do some alternative activities and generally get ready to have an exciting year if I have to push, pull and drag the kids on board. I need some catalogs to order some more supplies. I may go in search of those today if none appear in my mailbox.

From the look of the schedules I have found it looks like I have the kids for roughly 6 hours. I'm not sure but I think that's illegal. If memory serves me I think they are to have 7 hours of instruction. We'll see how this bus schedule works out. This is a small school system and they have to make do with what they have. I'm not going to rock the boat about the buses.

I'm behind the 8 ball again. I feel kind of hemmed in and claustrophobic. I keep hearing how the previous teacher did this and the previous teacher did that. But all the while I'm looking around the room and I'm not seeing much of anything in the way of materials. It makes me wonder what he spent his money on. The kids were clearly not challenged and they were bored. As soon as I have some money to spend I'm going to buy a few things for this room because all of the special education money allotted to me is probably going to go on Samantha's prone stander. A few materials and I will rock their world. But I tell you I wanted so badly to tell these people what I was feeling but I bit my tongue. It's on the first day. I need to let it go for now. I don't feel like going to a meeting tonight. I ache all over from taking Samantha in and out of her wheel chair. She is not a sack of potatoes. But I guess in lieu of all the stinking thinking I've been having I need the meetings. So, I'm about to head out of here.