Last night, I met many of my students for the first time. Each year we host a “Meet The Teacher” event the night before school starts. Getting a chance to talk with my new kids and their families is so much fun, and a little overwhelming. I had seen many of these kids in the hallway the last few years, but I had no idea who they were. Most of them came up to me during our meet the teacher night and introduced themselves (with the help of their parents). Some were nervous, some were excited, some seemed terrified.
I paid close attention to our classroom library during the evening. The first interaction in the space came when one of my students, from last year, stopped by to drop off all the books she borrowed and read over the summer. She wanted to put the books back in the library for me. I asked her if I could snap a picture first (below).
As the room began to fill with families, I noticed that so many of my kids’ parents were drawn to the library. They looked the library up and down as they walked around the room. I think the amount of space dedicated to books helped them realize just how much we value reading in my classroom.
One of my students from last year walked in with her sister. I have her sister this year. Instead of coming up to me to say hi, they headed to the library. My former student was showing her sister (my current student) our large selection of graphic novels. I walked over and introduced myself. They were polite, but they quickly turned their attention back to the books.
I made my way around the room, trying to set some of the kids that looked nervous at ease. As I headed for the front of the room, I noticed a boy reading at one of my tables. I had never seen this kid before. Wondering if he was new, I introduced myself to his mother and father. The boy never looked up. His mom called his name. He put one finger in the air, signaling that he just needed to finish the page. He looked up and said hi. I introduced myself, and I asked him about the book he had taken from our classroom library. “I don’t know this series. It’s called Timmy Failure. Have you read it?”
I smiled. “I have read it. It is really good. My son read the whole series when he was in fifth grade. Would you like to take Book 1 home with you? You can bring it back tomorrow or just keep it at home until you finish it.” He nodded.
“Does he need to check it out?” his father asked.
“Nope. I know that he’ll bring it back. He’ll probably want to borrow the next one when he finishes this one.” The boy smiled, tucked the book under his arm, and shook my hand. I like that his first interaction with anyone at his new school resulted in him being able to borrow a book.
After meet the teacher night, I noticed my fourth grade daughter cuddled up on one of my classroom couches, reading Bird & Squirrel On The Edge. “Ready, Love?” I asked.
“Yup.” she said not looking up from her book. “I’ll bring this book back when I’m done. Let’s go home dad. School starts tomorrow.”
I smiled, grabbed my bag, shut the lights off, and left my room excited to see what awaits us in the morning.