Tomorrow is the first day of school.
...and you would think I would be up late because I was SO excited.
But I'm not... excited, that is.
I'm sure it's the fear of the unknown. (You'd think with it being my 13th year I wouldn't worry about that.)
But see... this year our principal is making us departmentalize.
And despite the fact that I have some really awesome ideas about what I want to teach the kids... I'm afraid I won't have that close bond with my students since I will have them 90 min and send them on their way.
You see... that bond, that is why I continue to teach.
I love that I can have a kid that will drive me up the wall all year long and then I miss like crazy once they move on.
My superintendent challenged our staff to make sure they are building strong relationships with our students... and that is what I'm worried about. I will miss out on by not having them all day... and that since I will now have 75 students instead of 25, I won't connect deeply with any of them.
I've had a headache for a week... and a stomachache for 2 days... worrying about missing out on something that is yet to come.
Silly. I know.
I hope I have great things to report after the first week...
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