She looked at me and innocently asked, “What are we going to learn about in February?”
“How am I supposed to know?” I answered. “It's only November.”
She laughed as I glanced down at my watch and realized it’s the third week of school. We haven't even hit the end of September yet.
Sometimes I sit back and wonder if those first few weeks of school ever get easier. As a first year teacher, I was so unprepared and unsure of what I was about to face. Now, as a third year teacher, I still find the transition to waking up before the crack of dawn and being on my feet all day to be a tough one. As an added bonus, I find myself teaching three different courses this year: U.S. history, 9th grade English and 11th grade English. As my Freudian slip reveals, it has been a long first few weeks.