Blueberry Muffins and Cheese Plates
So at the beginning of last week I got the email that sent my blood pressure soaring: I had to have my mid-year work review on Friday. A mid-year review isn't because I did anything wrong. Every teacher has a beginning, middle, and end meeting with an administrator. And by the way, my principal is nice. She's always been nice to me. This is only my second year but I've had no issues with her. I did my best to get ready for this meeting and when the time finally came, I went down to the main office. My hands were shaking, my heart was pounding. This is not a normal reaction. Most people walk into these meetings with their data of how the year is going and just assume they'll have a normal conversation. This is nothing to freak out over. It turns out that she'd been called out of the building and couldn't meet with me, so we'll have to do it another day. But geez. I need to not react to things this way. I'm on day 4 of taking the lexapro, which I...