Honestly, I’m nervous again.
I know the routines, too. Sleep tight. Groom well. Come in with a tie. Introduce myself and the class I’m teaching. Announce names. Give out contact cards. Discuss the syllabus. Hope you don’t have a lot of time left over at the end. Leave without too much fanfare.
Yet, I can never shake the first day feeling.
I’m not scared of the kids. I just hope I can do right by them.
They’ve had a whole summer to forget the process of schooling, and the routines I’ll establish throughout the year. They haven’t
When I teach the students math, I know Harry Wong ain’t walking through that door.
Red tie demonstrates power. Math class means I’m uses a grid-pattern white-collared shirt. 85°? No matter. It’s a new school year, and we have to be successful this year.
I glance at the class roster for the first time. Some of my students have siblings who I’ve taught before. Actually, some of them walked in with their siblings during parent-teacher conference.
My copies of the syllabus are ready, and so is my soliloquy.
After class (to self):
Fire drill on the first day? Come on. No matter. You kicked ass today. That’s 179 more days to go. 179 days to make it all work. Thank you, God.
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