Today is the first day of the Fall Semester here and I think I’m ready. I should be. This is my 23rd first day of school and that doesn’t count my childhood, high school, or my own college days.
I love the beginning. It’s busy, chaotic at times, and I still get a feeling of ‘new’ after all these years. I try to capture that new feeling because it is new for the students I serve. They get lost in the building that I know like the back of my hand.
I have the things I need to get me through the day. Check out the styling safety glasses. They aren’t even brown this year. They are clear. Perfect (after that vain attempt I had in my early years to match my clothes.) I have a new pair of ear plugs that I rely on in some parts of the complex. I have a new box of Band-aids for the little school mishaps. I have a new pen that the college provided on the first in-service day. I tote a small water bottle with me all day and just keep refilling it from the fountains. Finally, I have an apple and some other healthy snacks for when I’m hungry. There will be absolutely no time for that back-to-school yarn or back-to-school novel that I bought, but there will be time soon enough.