dazed and confused

There is a game I played in elementary school...and a couple times at UCSB come to think of it.  In this game you have a team of players, one person at a time puts there forehead on a bat and spins around it as fast as they can 10 or some odd times.  Then you try and sprint to the end of a designated area and shoot a basket.  I can not think of a better way of describing my first day of school then comparing it to this game.  You wait nervously for your turn and when it finally comes you're so jacked on adrenaline that you slam your head into the bat before you even get around to spinning.  About 2 spins in it feels like you're gonna vomit and you can't believe you have 8 more to go.  Then once you finally do finish spinning you run in the wrong direction. Stagger. Fall down. Get up. Run in the wrong direction again.  Run into someone. Fall again.  Crawl to your feet. At last you regain some sort of balance. Then you have to shoot a ball into a hoop.  It's like a never ending train wreck and it was my first day of school.  I guess I should have braced myself being that right out of the gate one of my students had an allergic reaction to the am snack and broke out in hives all over her body.  It can't be a good sign when you're asking for a doctor/nurse in the first 15 minutes of your teaching career.  By lunch I was seriously questioning my decision to be here and by mid afternoon I was more or less catatonic.  My only saving grace was a 5 year old named Heather, whom after a day of flashcards and books, was able to identify a monkey and I think with a little more time she might have gotten the tiger.  I saw it in her eyes...she almost had it.  T minus 12 hours till the beginning of day 2.  My goal between now and then is to find God.  Wish me luck.