I'm not sure it is possible to teach school with no voice. And yesterday might have been living proof of that. Even changing lesson plans didn't help a lot.
Don't get me wrong, the kids were helpful. They were so happy to be "my voice." (I know. Scary!) One sophomore boy even brought me a Diet Pepsi, hoping that would help me out. Pretty sweet. In spite of their help, I still didn't feel like we accomplished as much as we should have.
To top off a less than golden day, we had Parent/Teacher conferences last night. It was kind of like we had Typhoid Mary on staff. And sadly, that would have been me. The principal called a sub for me, and I put lesson plans on my desk before I left for the evening.
Combine my no voice, all the snow days, and just a few weeks until State Testing--and I've got all the makings for a disaster on my hands. The timing of this "crud" couldn't be any worse. I need to recover, and I mean ASAP.
Today I am letting my vocal cords rest, while my brain goes into overtime trying to plan and schedule the next few weeks.
I think I can. I think I can. I think I can. (And by gosh, I better!)