As I think about starting a new school year, so many emotions flood my mind...excitement, nerves, anticipation, nerves, eagerness, and a few more nerves thrown in for good measure. I remember being a kid and feeling the same things as I started each new year. There was the fun of buying new school supplies, which surprisingly I get the same kick out of as a "thirty something," new clothes, yep still do that too, and then the nerves, the inability to sleep the night before the big day, the stomachaches at the unknown, and the anticipation of meeting my teacher. Although my role has changed, the beginning of the year is still the same.
In the next week I will walk into my classroom before the students report, to a room that is fresh and clean, but completely disorganized, and I'll wonder where to start. I'll spend many days getting the perfect bulletin boards up, and getting the room just perfect for "Meet and Greet." My piles of copies will be perfectly organized, all the kiddos' desks will be clean, and I when I get a little overwhelmed, I'll calm my self down by cutting that smooth laminating plastic. The first week back will be all preparation.
As much as I love those long, quiet days of preparing for a new year, I teach for the giggles that come on the first day, and every day after that. For the smiles and laughter that light up the room. For the hugs, the busy boys, the ornery students that just seem to know how to push my buttons, the sweet ones that give endless hugs, and the ones that try so hard. I teach to see the "light go on," to see the friendships build, to see the confidence climb. I teach for my kiddos.
While the beginning of a new school year brings excitement, anticipation, and nerves, it also brings about a new family every year. A family of kids, parents, and teachers that come to hold a very special place in my heart forever.
I'd love for you to join me as I document my year as a teacher, mentor, and friend.
