I have a confession… I am afraid of the staff room. More specifically, I am afraid of the staff room lunch table where teachers eat and converse and I listen in awkwardly. *sigh* The school I am teaching at for the next several weeks has a wonderful staffroom. It’s big, and pretty, with lots of space and couches. It’s also full of teachers that I don’t know… who give me ‘the look’ every time I walk by. (You know, the “who is that and why is she invading my space” look) Ok, so maybe that was an exaggeration, but you get the idea. I am the new kid– “fresh meat”…