It is late Sunday night and I am worried about the fish. I calm myself by deciding to go into school early tomorrow to check things out. Real early. In case something happened. Over the weekend. When I was not there.
I try to pinpoint my anxiety. Is it because I never had a class pet before? Or that I only had my fish for less than a day when one died? Right in the middle of a reading group. My students insisted that the bright orange fish in the bottom corner of the tank was dead. I held out hope that maybe it was sleeping. After class, I took a closer look. Not good.
The other teachers tell me that this is typical. Fish die. It happens. I notify the science center with a sense of failure. They had said I could get more fish if things worked out. Would this count against me?
I watch the three survivors. Do they look lethargic? Are they eating enough? Should I get more decorative plants for the tank? Do I really have go with the names the students selected for them? Is anyone this neurotic?
No. I am over thinking. The fish will be fine. This is nature. I’ll just set my alarm a little earlier.
I try to pinpoint my anxiety. Is it because I never had a class pet before? Or that I only had my fish for less than a day when one died? Right in the middle of a reading group. My students insisted that the bright orange fish in the bottom corner of the tank was dead. I held out hope that maybe it was sleeping. After class, I took a closer look. Not good.
The other teachers tell me that this is typical. Fish die. It happens. I notify the science center with a sense of failure. They had said I could get more fish if things worked out. Would this count against me?
I watch the three survivors. Do they look lethargic? Are they eating enough? Should I get more decorative plants for the tank? Do I really have go with the names the students selected for them? Is anyone this neurotic?
No. I am over thinking. The fish will be fine. This is nature. I’ll just set my alarm a little earlier.
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