Preparation. Preparation. Preparation.

Every time August comes around, I have this awful reoccurring dream. It’s the first day of school. Every thing is moving in slow motion. I’m panicking. I have no idea what I’m doing the first day of class. I arrive early. After clicking ferociously through files of past lesson plans saved on my computer, I race to the copy machine, only to find there’s a long line because two out of three of the machines are jammed!