year seven

Today I’m starting my seventh year of teaching.

I’m exactly 20 pounds lighter than I was when school ended last year.  And I picked up a tan this summer.

I became the language arts department head a couple weeks ago so that’s another layer of responsibility.  In other words, more stress.

Also adding to my business card: 8th grade basketball coach.  Except, I don’t have business cards.  I used to coach volleyball but my heart wasn’t really in it (also, I didn’t know what I was doing…), but basketball–that’s something I know how to do.  I’m excited. 

This year is also bittersweet as two of my favorite teachers have left for bigger and better things.  Good for them, but I selfishly want them here with me as I start another school year.  Holtzclaw and Broling: don’t forget us now that you’re at the big house.  And best of luck!

Remember those butterflies you used to get in your stomach on the first day of school?  I still get those every year.  I like the feeling of the unknown.  It keeps me on my toes.  I think when the first-day butterflies aren’t there, then it will be time to move onto something else.  It’ll be a sign.

Until then, here’s to first days and the smell of new books.