Yesterday was my first day as a third grade teacher in the school that I attended as a child. It was magical.
My son and daughter woke up excited to begin the new school year. My son informed me that first grade was going to be the best year ever. My daughter couldn’t believe that it was finally time for her to go to kindergarten.
We decided to park at my parents and walk through their backyard to school. It was a little surreal making the same walk that I made every day from kindergarten through fifth grade.
We got to school a little early and my kids spent a few minutes hanging out in my classroom and in the library. When it was time to begin school my son headed off to first grade. My daughter got very very nervous about kindergarten. I didn’t see it coming. It was one of the hardest moments that I had ever experienced as a father. Thankfully, her teacher was able to take my teary eyed little 5 year old into her classroom, so that I could great my third graders.
My morning with my students went well. I tried hard not to get overwhelmed, and did my best to be patient. Going slow now so that I can go fast later, was something that I kept reminding myself as morning progressed.
After lunch I was reading my students The Story of Fish & Snail when I spotted my daughter in the hallway lining up for recess. She smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up. At that moment I knew that teaching at Parma Elementary is what I am suppose to do.
In the afternoon I had my students do a quick write. I was blown away by their willingness to write and their eagerness to share their writing. I have lots more to share, but I am way too tired to type.