I’m not ready. I’ve never been all-the-way ready.
The first day is always exciting, year, after year, after year. Imagine a career full of fresh starts annually. That’s teaching.
Spending a few prep days with adult colleagues feels comforting.
Yet nothing compares to the arrival of children in all shapes and sizes. Big sisters, little brothers, eager dads and well informed moms – all these people pouring into the building, filling it with life, giving the school a purpose.
We teachers and staff members hold our collective breath in anticipation and then celebrate an enormous exhale as the first hour breezes by, then lunchtime, then recess and already the first day is history and we can hardly believe our luck at the incredible people we will get to spend the year with.
So many smiles and excited conversations, so much catching up to do, so many friendships to renew. The hallways are loud with laughter and questions.
New students have a special look of awe about them. Taking it all in, finding the familiar faces they met the day before – such a relief to be recognized and waved to, encouraged that yes, this school might actually be OK after all.
While I think about routines and first impressions, setting the right tone and helping students feel at home, all it takes is one encounter – unanticipated, spontaneous- I’m helping a misdirected middle schooler find his health class or stop to chat with a new parent who is waiting around (in case of emergency) or meet a former student who stops to give me the most generous hug ever en route to her brand new classroom in 4th grade, not 3rd – one encounter and suddenly I am back. I am immersed in the flow of what we will call a new school year.
There is no agenda for these moments that make up the heartbeat of a school and I am grateful. For all the structures that schools embody and uphold, part of what keeps calling me back is the way young humans consistently resist, refashion and reclaim school structures to create space for their unique ways of being.
Every year I am witness to this 180 day ritual and I cannot imagine a better, more rewarding use of my time.
I’m ready. Let’s do this.
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I hope today was a great first day. I love this line: “we can hardly believe our luck at the incredible people we will get to spend the year with.” Exactly! Every year I start nervous, and every year I fall in love all over again. I’ve got another 10 days… butterflies, for sure, but your post says it all.