First day. Oof. I really thought that I was good at ignoring my phone. As it turns out, I am really bad at ignoring my phone. Abysmal. I turned the blasted thing off and I still tried to check it a few times. Even worse, I no longer have the radio to go to sleep/wake up to. I feel like changing the words to "Mrs. Robinson" and singing, "Where have you gone, Terri Gross and All Things Considered, I really miss listening to you! Ooo-ooo-ooo!"
Alas. I cannot.
Perhaps the strangest thing about the NTC thus far is the lack of radio in the car. It's pretty stunningly quiet. So much so that I find I'm humming or talking to myself reflexively. I talk to myself about what I'll be introducing to class, or which drills we'll run at baseball practice, or if I've forgotten something at home, etc. Why this reflex, then? Why would I prefer to look like the crazy person talking to themselves on the way to work as opposed to just sitting happily in silence?
Perhaps I'll figure that out as the week goes on.
I'm also terribly interested to see what each class has to say about their experiences. Stephen Sellers, our esteemed 9th grade Humanities teacher has also made overtures about taking on the NTC as well. Hmmm...