As the first day of school approached I felt anticipation, anxiety and excitement. Now I feel tired yet exhilarated. Monday was our first day, and I love my students. I also love my schedule. My feet, however, are screaming out, and my calves aren't too happy either. I forgot what it was like to be on my feet all day long, and so far this week I've been in the building for 9-10 hours each day.
Here are three good things about this year:
1. I am starting to get to know approximately 130 fascinating people.
2. I'm teaching two sections of creative writing. The most wonderful sound in the world: a classroom full of students who are totally absorbed in the act of writing. Amazing!
3. I snagged another bookcase for my classroom today. I also snagged a burly wrestler who graduated last year and just stopped by to visit: He carried the bookcase! His comment: I just got here and you've already got me doing stuff! Yeah!
For those who don't happen to work in public education: teachers are the most ruthless scavengers in all creation. For the record: I came by that bookcase through the honest use of flattery. A very important rule for the public schoolteacher: befriend everyone in the building.
Now there are stacks of books teetering on my nightstand, on the floor next to my bed, on my desk at school--most of them school related: When Kid's Can't Read; I Read it But I Don't Get It; The Poet's Companion. Isn't life grand?