A good first week all the way around ... and then I slept for over 13 hours last night, which I didn't even know was physically possible for me.
I'm right on the border between extrovert and introvert, which means that the first week of school after a quiet summer is both exhilerating and exhausting. The class retreat on Thursday was fun, if physically tiring; it involved a couple of hours of community service, and my brilliant plan to get out of physical labor thanks to my wrist immobilizer didn't come to pass, since apparently I'm unable to sit around while colleagues are working, plus working side by side with my new advisees was a great way to start getting to know them. But even more than the physical tiredness was the fact that I was talking and listening to other people from 8 am to 6 pm without break; at one point, a colleague was even talking to me from the next bathroom stall. I really enjoyed a lot of those conversations, and a teacher whom I had mentally apostrophized as boring turns out to be (a bit) more interesting than I had realized. Plus, four of us had a really thoughtful and interesting and important conversation about how and why we assess our students' skills and about why we have the essay expectations that we do -- which maybe sounds kind of boring but really wasn't. So it was all good, but dang, I need some quiet!
And then on Friday there was an all-school half-day retreat, which went really well -- we had gorgeous weather both days -- but again I was talking or listening from 10:30 to 3:00.
Well, actually, there was a short interlude of quiet yesterday, but it was very strange. I wound up sitting next to the faculty Queen Bee on the bus ride back. She and I often have a hard time making conversation, but I'd had so many good conversations in the previous day and a half that I was ready to go for it ... but after five minutes she pulled out her phone and her headphones, put them on without comment, and ignored me for the rest of the ride home. I wasn't offended so much as blown away by the rudeness! That is just not the FGS way. If she'd said, "WN, I'm so wiped out from conversation from the last few hours that I just need to chill out for about half an hour," I would have completely understood, but she made no such apology, just tuned me out. It was so weird that I kept laughing to myself about it afterward. Very strange.
Anyway, the beauty of today is that I don't need to talk with a soul but D., and even then not much. Right now I'm sitting in the backyard by myself, about to dive into the college essay drafts that my seniors turned in this week, and I haven't used my vocal chords once today. I'm on duty Sunday and Monday, but that will involve only moments of chatting with students and then moving on in quiet, so I think I'll be rested and ready to dive in again when classes begin "for real" on Tuesday.