This will be the fifth school year start that I haven’t been in my own classroom. But it seems like just yesterday I was standing at my door, waiting for the very first bell of the year to ring.
… the nervous knot in my stomach on the morning of Day One and the fear of setting the wrong tone for the year in those precious first days.
… the look on the non-english-speaking girl’s face as she entered my classroom alone- and hoping that I could be the support and guidance I know she longed for.
And I remember…
… tossing and turning the night before school started, waiting and wondering about this new group of children who would become a part of my world for the next 180 days.
… looking at my classroom the day before school started, knowing that’s the cleanest it would be the entire year.
I also remember…
… wishing summer could have lasted a bit longer.
… annual first-day traditions- playing These Are the Days by 10,000 Maniacs and reading Oh, the Places You’ll Goby Dr. Suess.
… feeling exhilarated at the idea of a new year, a new start, a renewed passion for teaching.
Almost every night for the past two weeks, I’ve had a dream about being in my classroom on the first day of school. Even though I’m no longer a classroom teacher, I still seem to have those beginning-of-the-year thoughts, hopes, and anxieties.
If I ever begin to forget what it’s like to be a classroom teacher- to know and feel the frustrations, the joys, the passion for teaching and learning- I hope I’ll take that as my cue to leave this profession. Even though my role in education has changed, my purpose is still the same. And to support classroom teachers, I need to never forget what is was like to be one.
So, here’s to a new year. A new beginning. Some new faces. May it be everything we hoped- and more.
Have a great first day,