tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159968478753471282.post3207261335298207825..comments2009-12-28T19:12:48.200-05:00Comments on The New New Englander: Help... can't feel my toesCaitReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12373754705621788370noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159968478753471282.post-76868440193734644432008-11-10T20:12:00.000-05:002008-11-10T20:12:00.000-05:00I don't know if I mentioned it when I saw you on T...I don't know if I mentioned it when I saw you on Thursday, but YAY YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Kirstenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08819103841245495719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159968478753471282.post-67142328629060530042008-11-07T21:58:00.000-05:002008-11-07T21:58:00.000-05:00Yay! I get to be your first commenter. I'm so ver...Yay! I get to be your first commenter. <BR/><BR/>I'm so very very psyched for you in this job. Sounds like you had a nice first day. May I give you advice? Good, because I'm going to anyway, that's what big sister do; they boss you around. <BR/><BR/>1. Find something else for the kid to push off of. Your toes are not a spring board. <BR/><BR/>2. My first year, particularly my first 6 months of teaching, I came home (well before Bob because I worked closer) and I would very often sleep for an hour after work before the whole dinner hour thing. That's how I got used to getting up and being "on" for 8 hours after college's easier schedule. <BR/><BR/>3. I'm so proud!Megellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01240960015225943607noreply@blogger.com