Everything is clean and shiny. You can’t avoid the smell of new crayons. My room is neat and organized — for at least five minutes.
I love the first day of school. Everyone is so fresh and nervous. None of the kids’ annoying little habits are annoying yet. They are all perfect little angels. I remember eight years ago, I thought the class would actually stay that way. I have learned to enjoy it while it lasts.
My class is sweet. I teach second grade. I always forget how very little they are on the first day of school. Babies! As of right now my register is 18 students, which is not too shabby for public school.
I do always forget this one thing. My legs hurt. My classroom is on the fourth floor. It isn’t like when you live in a walk up, because you have to bring the kids everywhere. You end up going up and down the stairs around ten times a day. My poor, lazy-ass summer legs are going to take some time to get used to this work.
Work is hard work. I’m sure those of you who don’t have the summer off are well aware of that, but it sure is exaggerated when one has just had two months of no work. Beginnings are always exciting. Even though I’m tired.