I love the first day because I get to see all of my friends again. After a long summer of time to myself, it feels both comforting and empowering to be a part of a team once again. I get to spend my day with people who are smart, caring, familiar and supportive. I am a small cog in a fine, efficient machine. I have a place.
I love the first day because last year’s kids are so deliriously happy to see me. They haven’t yet met and connected with this year’s teacher and class, so they hold onto the memories of our time together. They greet me with grins, and hugs and a rush of words. “How was your summer? How are your dogs? Do you remember when we…..?” They want to know that I miss them, that I remember them, that they made a lasting impression.
I do, and they did, so the first day is filled with joyful and loving reunions.
I love the first day because I get to meet my new kids. They come into the classroom with hesitation and hope. They come with bright eyes and sweaty palms. They want to know one thing, and one thing only: will I be “nice” and will I love them? They don’t come right out and ask, but their every move tells me that they need that reassurance.
I know myself well enough to know that I am pretty “nice”, and that I will absolutely without-a-doubt love them. I love watching as the first day unfolds, and they slowly come to realize that they are in a safe place.
I love the first day of school because it is simply and purely a new beginning. It is a chance to start fresh, to make things right, to undo the mistakes of the past.
I love the first day of school because the bright and beautiful faces before me show me that life is full of hope and the future is ours to grasp.
Happy first day of school to every teacher and student out there.