I love the first day of school. Even though I was homeschooled my sister and I always got new clothes for that first day, when summer had become boring and my brain was ready for a workout again. Now I can't sleep the night before the first day of teaching. I'm excited and anticipatory, usually a little nervous also.
This semester my school has such a high enrollment that we've brought in temporary buildings. Every time I move into a new classroom I'm a little unsettled, not quite knowing where to stand, or where to put my things. I got to school quite early so I could set up, and soon thereafter three students came in asking if I was Mr. Lopez for political science. I am indeed not Mr. Lopez so I called our division secretary and found that I was supposed to be next door. I then proceeded to call the IT department for a remote for the projector; they sent someone who promptly showed me that the remote was right there on the wall by my desk, where they said it would be.
The longer I teach the more I think I will have it together, but the opposite is really true. And I don't think that's a bad thing. There are so many things we can't control and even the one's we can I take too seriously sometimes. Thank God for the crazy days that turn out to be favorite stories.
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People talk about how quickly time flies. I really think those people get into a pattern and can't distinguish between one day and the next.
I watched "Dead Poets Society" last night....It helped me remember to always look at life from a different angle whenever possible.
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