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It's coming: the inevitable end of summer. The mere mention of summer's end is cause for the onset of teacher anxiety dreams. Even with my 30+ years of experience, I dreamed in late July that I had forgotten to write my eighth grade reports. Here it was, the middle of summer vacation and I hadn't finished fretting over last year. And I didn't even teach eighth grade last year!
-- EB

Teacher Anxiety Song

(Sung to the tune of When Johnny Comes Marching Home, (aka The Ants Go Marching One by One)

The classic teacher anxiety dreams really kick in by August, providing excellent fodder for the lyrics of "The Teacher Anxiety Song." Why not put your fears and worries into song as the new school season approaches?

About the Lyricist
Eric Baylin has been a teacher for 37 years, working with a variety of age levels in both public and private schools in New York and North Carolina. He currently works at Packer Collegiate Institute in Brooklyn, New York, a K-12 independent school established in 1854. In addition to teaching art and photography to middle- and high-school students, Baylin coordinates a program of collaborative faculty study groups in Packer's professional development program.

September's just around the bend. Oh, no! Oh, no!
I've got to get my act in gear. I know! I know!
I've started having those dreams at night.
I'm never ready; I'm never right.
Teachers have anxiety in the fall.

They're coming soon, and I don't have a clue a clue,
About the class and what we're going to do to do.
My mind and soul are still at the beach;
By mid-November I'm ready to teach.
Teachers have anxiety in the fall.

They all come slouching into class. They're bored! They're bored!
They roll their eyes; they yawn; and I'm ignored, ignored.
Their summers were great. They all have tans.
They aren't impressed with my lesson plans.
Teachers have anxiety in the fall.

I dream I can't control my class. Oh, me! Oh, my!
They laugh; they jeer; and I'm about to cry, to cry.
I wake up with this awful fear
I might have chosen the wrong career.
Teachers have anxiety in the fall.

They're coming to my classroom to evaluate;
They'll see through me and realize that I'm not so great.
I hear them whispering in the hall.
I see the writing on the wall.
Teachers have anxiety in the fall.

The parents start to call me at my home, my home.
They're angry and their mouths they start to foam, to foam.
The grades I've given are so unfair.
I try to reason but they don't care.
Teachers have anxiety in the fall.

I'm standing here in front of them; alone, alone.
They're pointing and they're giggling; oh, the class is blown.
I cautiously lower my eyes to glance;
I'm only wearing my underpants.
Teachers have anxiety in the fall.

It's only fall and June is far away, away.
I have to mark my calendar today, today.
A spring vacation I might take,
But first I'll plan Thanksgiving break.
Teachers have anxiety in the fall.

September's just around the bend. Oh, no! Oh, no!
I've got to get my act in gear. I know! I know!
I've started having those dreams at night.
I'm never ready; I'm never right.
Teachers have anxiety in the fall.

Song lyrics copyright 2005 Eric Baylin