In 180 days, we’ll be packing up for summer, but today?
Today was day 1.
It sets the tone, the expectations, the standards. It is the ultimate first impression: opening night for six straight hours, and nearly 100 faces.
It was a good first day. No major glitches until a suh-weet thunderstorm rolled in and shut the power off for a split second, forcing everyone on campus to reboot everything. But that was no big deal.
Cool but creepy moment: My classroom’s speakers continued to crackle with each lightening bolt, even though I’d shut them off.
Everyone had a schedule, nobody cried, and I only have to call three parents tonight.
Only a few students tried to make an issue of my friends, seen here. I told them, “I don’t talk smack about you and your friends, don’t talk smack about mine.” They can’t tell if I’m crazy or not, and I like it that way.
For now, there is paperwork, a quick sweep through the room to straighten up, and then I’m bound for home to greet my kiddos as they get off their first bus-ride home.