The first Monday morning. I am awake more than early enough, just a little nervous. The hospital is just a short walk from the apartment so there should be no worries about being late. I know where the room is, deep in the basement, around three corners, past one corridor of laundry carts taller than I am, through two doors and down one ramp. I have learned how to cross the street here (quickly). I have learned (remembered?) a little more how to drive East Coast Style. An adventure indeed.
I got a bit lost coming home from Jersey last night in the dark. I forgot how uncomfortable that feeling is. Winding mountain roads, no sense of which highways connect at which towns. I was thankful for a calm voice far away, reading directions to me on the magic telephone. And I was reminded that a better road atlas is a good idea.
This week should be fairly smooth. Paperwork, orientation type stuff.
I miss the laughter in the resource room. Will these students laugh? Will they laugh as much? Maybe if I am not afraid to laugh first.
