I confess that I was dragging a little as I made my way to the front entrance of school this morning:
The beginning of the year is always sooooo hectic; I'm teaching an unfamiliar curriculum; and I don't know these kids yet! Throw in a 5:30 alarm and a 90+ heatwave in September, and there I was, slow-walking it to work.
Still, there is something to be said about being a long-time teacher at a middle school, and I got a bit of a rockstar's welcome, lots of waves and shouts, as I walked by students past and present waiting for the bell to enter the building. Right before I hit the front door, I was hailed by one of the new guys. "Who is your favorite superhero?" he asked breathlessly.
"Gosh," I answered, "that's a really good question. I like Iron Man's attitude, but I feel like the suit is kind of cheating. Is he really a superhero?"
He nodded.
I shrugged. "I guess it's Captain America?"
He beamed. "I can draw him!" he told me. "I'll bring you a picture tomorrow!" And with that, he and his friends headed off to the sixth grade doors.
Me? I kept going toward the main entrance, but there was definitely more oomph in my step.
The beginning of the year is always sooooo hectic; I'm teaching an unfamiliar curriculum; and I don't know these kids yet! Throw in a 5:30 alarm and a 90+ heatwave in September, and there I was, slow-walking it to work.
Still, there is something to be said about being a long-time teacher at a middle school, and I got a bit of a rockstar's welcome, lots of waves and shouts, as I walked by students past and present waiting for the bell to enter the building. Right before I hit the front door, I was hailed by one of the new guys. "Who is your favorite superhero?" he asked breathlessly.
"Gosh," I answered, "that's a really good question. I like Iron Man's attitude, but I feel like the suit is kind of cheating. Is he really a superhero?"
He nodded.
I shrugged. "I guess it's Captain America?"
He beamed. "I can draw him!" he told me. "I'll bring you a picture tomorrow!" And with that, he and his friends headed off to the sixth grade doors.
Me? I kept going toward the main entrance, but there was definitely more oomph in my step.
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